The End (Of the World)

Matadors, monkeys, a million balloons
As we walk through the sea to the sand
Knowing full well that we're perfectly tuned
As we skip through our hearts, hand in hand

Will Jenny be older?
Will music be heard?
Will we all meet again
At the end of the world?

No sense in fooling, we're covered in dreams
Having too much fun flying to land
Floating waist high in ten colors of green
We're so small but we feel oh, so grand

Will Jenny be older?
Will music be heard?
Will we all meet again
At the end of the world?
End of the world

Will Jenny be older?
Will music be heard?
Will we all meet again
At the end of the world?

The end of the world
On Tuesday
End of the world
Pop goes the world
End of the world
In the name of angels

Pop goes the world
On Tuesday
The end of the world
The real world

Pop goes the world
On Tuesday
Pop goes the world