If the world should end this evening
Apocalyptic springtime rain
Broken, bloody, barely breathing,
Tomorrow to be born again
When at last my heart is dying,
And my shattered soul takes flight
The morning sun will still be shining
Its perfect, golden candlelight.
When the world is barely breathing
Shall I heed my final call?
Restless, sleeping, barely dreaming,
Teach me, Lord, just how to fall.