Perhaps the world ends here
too late to change wasted years
there's only so much time
so what will you do with the last bit of your life?

All the things you dreamed about
all of the passions and plans
if there were no more time
what would you do, where would you go?

If you could save one thing as you fled
what would you take on you back?
I'd take my guitar, pencil and paper
but I'd be running to you

though it doesn't look like we'll die soon
life is short, blink and a year is gone
I don't want to waste any more time
so why don't we spend the last hours together?