In The End

A shift in shapes has come about

And no one's safe or sacred now

But isn't that much better than

The limbo we were living in

Diaspora or renaissance

Blame mercury or fate or chance

Changes always come in packs

Sniffing out your darkened doorsteps

And when the words run out

The quiet's just as loud

When the world is upside down

And we're walking on our hands

But we keep on spinning round

And who knows where we'll land

In the end

In the end

The moon it moves in cycles and

We're subject to its will its whims

The tide the time the age the law

Run back and forth from idle dogs

History is not a highway

Straight an narrow always

But a roundabout and round again

We ride around and hope for change

And when the state's drawn out

The break is twice as loud

Then the world is upside down

And we're walking on our hands

But we keep on spinnin' round

And who knows where we'll land

In the end

In the end

This is the end of stagnant days

Time to give up the way

I stand my ground oh stand my ground

Then the world is upside down

And we're walking on our hands

But we keep on spinnin' round

And who knows where we'll land

In the end

In the end

In the end

In the end

In the end

In the end

In the end

In the end

In the end