This feels like the end of the road for me
At least I drove carefully
I hope you will miss me like I’ve missed you
This feels like the end of a fantasy
A bonafide masterpiece
I’ve got so much left to reminisce to
This feels like the end of the road
I hope I’m headed home
I hope you’ll stick around after all I’ve said
I fear I’ve dug myself a hole
I cannot wait anymore
I cannot pick a sound inside my head
This feels like the start of a book to me
A different look to me
I hope someday I find myself convincing
This seems all too close to the heart for me
A different part of me
I hope I can recover all I’m missing
This feels like the end of the road
I hope I’m headed home
I hope you’ll stick around after all I’ve said
I fear I’ve dug myself a hole
I cannot wait anymore
I cannot pick a sound inside my head
Sorry we’ve reached the end of the show
Now its time to go
Now it’s time for me to pack my bags and head on home
Hardly a foot inside the door
Berries on the floor
Bug is at the window on and more
I think I’ve reached the living end
I haven’t dreamed like this in years
I find it easy to pretend
Some summer child souvenirs
This feels like the end of the road to me
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Sarah and the Sundays Lyrics – The Living End