歌手:The Cure
专辑:《Mixes Of A Lost World》

作词 : Robert Smith
作曲 : Robert Smith
This is the end
Of every song that we sing
The fire burned out to ash
And the stars grown dim with tears
Cold and afraid, the ghosts of all that we've been
We toast with bitter dregs to our emptiness
And the birds
Falling out of our skies
And the words
Falling out of our minds
And here is to love, to all the love
Falling out of our lives
Hopes and dreams are gone
The end of every song
Where did it go?
Where did it go?
Broken-voiced lament to call us home
This is the end
Of every song we sing
Alone