FRONT ROW AT THE END OF THE WORLD

The sky is turning orange again

Everybody's calling it beautiful

Nobody wants to say why

The pavement's burning through my shoes

The river changed another shade of blue

Smoke hanging low above the avenue

Everybody's coughing, nobody wants the truth

The summer used to mean something

Cold drinks, bare feet,

staying out late

Now every weather warning's ringing And we're still asking if we're gonna

be okay

Turn the fan on,

turn the news off

Tell me that it's not our fault

If the whole world starts to crack Would you still pretend it's

coming back?

We're sitting front row at the end of the world Watching the

temperature rise

Everybody's dressed up pretty While the horizon catches fire

Front row at the end of the world

Tell me, baby, are you

scared? If tomorrow isn't promised Come a little closer while we're

here

The birds flew south and never came

The trees are wearing plastic like a second skin

Another summer, another evacuation

Another neighborhood disappearing in the wind

The ocean's climbing up the highway

The news says “historic” once again

Everybody takes another picture Then goes back to pretending this will end

Turn the fan on,

turn the news off

Tell me that it's not our fault If the whole world starts

to crack Would you still pretend it's coming back?

Ah-ah, ah-ah

The ceiling's getting hotter Ah-ah,

ah-ah

The water's getting higher Ah-ah,

ah-ah

Nobody wants to leave So hold me while the whole thing Falls

underneath our feet

We're sitting front row

at the end of the world Watching everything expire Everybody's dancing slowly

While the city climbs with fire Front row at the end of

the world If there's nothing left to save Then kiss me underneath

the smoke Before the planet takes us away

The sky is turning orange again

And somehow it still looks beautiful

Maybe that's the cruelest part.