Until Then This Is the End
Jeff Moller
I've come to where you live
Dabbled in your party life
Served my time inside the snow drift
High above the tree line
And now we meet in small cafes
Or on some park bench in the rain
You talk about a whole new world
Somewhere a billion miles away
There's no use in throwing lifelines
Or trying hard to be a friend
Ice will break apart by springtime
Until then this is the end
Now I still miss the brutal mornings
The mystic eyes the frantic pace
I miss the feeling of oblivion
And floating in outer space