Not the End of the World
©2006 Gibbens/Weston

As long as there’s a leopard and a lion,
As long as there’s a deer to be set flying,
It’s not the end, my friend.
When all around you see love waxes colder
And the truth gets shot down like a bird,
It’s not the end of the world.
Not the end of the world.

So dance with me until the music’s over.
Pull another cork until we’re sober.
It’s not the end, my friend.
A little bird tells me before it’s dawning
Soon we’ll have to face tomorrow morning.
It’s not the end of the world.
Not the end of the world.

When it seems like half your friends are missing persons
Who barely walk on stage and then it’s curtains,
It’s not the end, my friend.
Cause once we gave ourselves four minutes warning,
Remember that when you see me round the corner.
It’s not the end of the world.
Not the end of the world.

Though images and rumours jam the airwaves
And the promises of freedom make us their slaves,
It’s not the end, my friend.
Though the sky’s a stranger colour than it should be,
We wouldn’t burn our own house down, now would we?
It’s not the end of the world.
Not the end of the world.

So for all the badness and the violence,
So for all the crying and the silence,
It’s not the end, my friend.
Till it brings the best out in the worst now,
Until the first are last and last are first now,
It’s not the end of the world.
Not the end of the world.

It’s not the end, my friend,
Not the end of the world…

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