i hear we’re on borrowed time
the radio says its “burning to the ground”
when you’ve made me immune to disaster
what’s an armageddon boy to do?

i hear you sarcastically saying
“what is a boy like you?”
i’ll let rhetorical questions
and tidal waves be the death of you

welcome to the last day
so glad you made the time
these fire skies have me thinking
i wasted too much time
on you

i hear a lot of shotgun praying
“though i walk through the valley”
i just cant help the staring
when her face looks like the end of the world

welcome to the last day
so glad you made the time
these fire skies have me thinking
i wasted too much time
on you and me