作曲 : A In the dawn on the roof, there's a semblance of truth In the half light that sings to me of you With my bottle full of sin, I hoist a toast to the muezzin That these black clouds mean the monsoon Because the sun refused to shine since you left me dumb and blind Sometimes it feels like the end of the world Yes it feels like the end of the world And every word I never spoke dies like a spark smothered in smoke pulled from the glow of a shitty cigarette And I probably should shave and dig myself out of this grave But I can't go No, not just yet Mostly the nights they ain't half bad It's the days that seem designed to drive you mad Sometimes it feels like the end of the world Yes it feels like the end of the world Yes it feels like the end of the world Yes it feels like the end of the world So tonight in the bar of this hotel bazaar I'll write some postcards and throw them away And maybe someday I'll leave here But the drinks, they are so cheap here And somebody's always got to pay And it feels like the end of the world And it feels like the end of the world Yes it feels like the end of the world Yes it feels like the end of the world Yes it feels like the end of the world
作曲 : A In the dawn on the roof, there's a semblance of truth In the half light that sings to me of you With my bottle full of sin, I hoist a toast to the muezzin That these black clouds mean the monsoon Because the sun refused to shine since you left me dumb and blind Sometimes it feels like the end of the world Yes it feels like the end of the world And every word I never spoke dies like a spark smothered in smoke pulled from the glow of a shitty cigarette And I probably should shave and dig myself out of this grave But I can't go No, not just yet Mostly the nights they ain't half bad It's the days that seem designed to drive you mad Sometimes it feels like the end of the world Yes it feels like the end of the world Yes it feels like the end of the world Yes it feels like the end of the world So tonight in the bar of this hotel bazaar I'll write some postcards and throw them away And maybe someday I'll leave here But the drinks, they are so cheap here And somebody's always got to pay And it feels like the end of the world And it feels like the end of the world Yes it feels like the end of the world Yes it feels like the end of the world Yes it feels like the end of the world
