End of Times

I wonder if the world will end just like that
Without warning, or a last grand stand

Or maybe we will be forewarned
Asked to say our goodbyes and what not

And if you knew the world will cease to be
Will you run, one last time, to me?

Would it matter not how long it’s been
Matter not that we haven’t talked in ages

Would all the weigh on your mind
Or would you throw caution to wind, and run wild

And I will see you, one last time
To lay in eachother’s arms, intertwined

And we’ll sing along, to a soft, dying hum
Of pain and love, and all things you