Outside of This Car, the End of the World

While the world stood still around us
We drove, dreamless, lost and found again
Around towns, adrift and nameless
Thrown in mad arrangements
Bruised with orange light

This could be the end of the world
Smoke and curls and the screaming bells
When I awoke, I couldn't tell

In the kingdoms, in the bright blue heavens
See the faceless phantoms of the chosen seven
And your wild abandon, well you look like death
And will you call the seasons from the bright blue heavens

While the world stood still around us
We drove, dreamless, lost and found again
Around towns, adrift and nameless
Thrown in mad arrangements
Bruised with orange light

In the kingdoms, in the bright blue heavens
See the faceless phantoms of the chosen seven
And your wild abandon, well you look like death
And will you call the seasons from the bright blue heavens