I saw the sky drain the blue from the oceans

and saw the spray paint clouds in the heavens

I saw the wind blow the color from the grass

and I knew, o' god, I knew- god I knew, that this was the end-

o' darlin', I knew this was the end of days.

I stood atop the highest peak

to witness fungal clouds trompin' on my sunny day

and o' god, I knew- god I knew, that this was the end-

o' baby, this has gotta be the end of things.

I closed my eyes, crows rained from the skies

and all the world's dressed in black-

melancholy, criss-crossed, laced in black,

and o' god I knew, god I knew- that this was the end

o' hell to pay, god this was the end, the end of days.

There I was alone- alone with my room of ice and steel

and as the maggots nipped at my feet, god- all the world's a haze

hell, I knew- in a revelation, o' it spanned the earth and the heavens

trees, cars, innovations- they were all down below, on their pretty streets

of gold.

And god, up here I am dying.

And god, up here I am crying.

And god, up here no one's listening

from down below.

I stood at the window,

take me to those streets of gold.