Feels Like the End of the World

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 mesin(?) 
  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