Blondie - End of the World lyrics
Blondie [New York City, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Blondie - End of the World lyrics]
Fainting from hunger fallen by fear
Blood on the sidewalk
Staining the rest of the year
Talking to the voices you hear
No more companion alone in the sky
An older invention comes from a native reply
Raised by a shout and a cry
And I listen to this
To this voice out of pitch
The excitement or the panic of girls
And all that I heard had
It's own kind of reason
Was it really the end of the world?
I know you feel guilty and
It's driving you wild
But the weight you've been shedding is
Heading to the critical side
A vanishing act just to hide
How else can I put it? What more can I say?
An ounce of truth diminishes
Everything that you said
It's your turn to put things away
He told me he talks to the buildings
He told me he speaks to the sky
Once he conversed with a road full of holes
While he whispered his little white lies
You love the lightning, thunder and all
Talk to the pavement
Listen to the will and the call
Voices come out of the wall
Some other surface standing alone
Points of remembrance only help
Sharpen the tone
Sharpen right down to the bone
He told me he talks to the buildings
He told me he speaks to the sky
Once he conversed with a road full of holes
While he whispered his little white lies
Blood on the sidewalk
Staining the rest of the year
Talking to the voices you hear
No more companion alone in the sky
An older invention comes from a native reply
Raised by a shout and a cry
And I listen to this
To this voice out of pitch
The excitement or the panic of girls
And all that I heard had
It's own kind of reason
Was it really the end of the world?
I know you feel guilty and
It's driving you wild
But the weight you've been shedding is
Heading to the critical side
A vanishing act just to hide
How else can I put it? What more can I say?
An ounce of truth diminishes
Everything that you said
It's your turn to put things away
He told me he talks to the buildings
He told me he speaks to the sky
Once he conversed with a road full of holes
While he whispered his little white lies
You love the lightning, thunder and all
Talk to the pavement
Listen to the will and the call
Voices come out of the wall
Some other surface standing alone
Points of remembrance only help
Sharpen the tone
Sharpen right down to the bone
He told me he talks to the buildings
He told me he speaks to the sky
Once he conversed with a road full of holes
While he whispered his little white lies