Texty: Julian Casablancas. 4 Chords Of The Apocalypse.

I hear it in your silence.
When you don't speak.
Well, what's funny then.
Isn't funny anymore.
I can hear it in your voice.
There's always a catch.
We're going nowhere.
And we're going there fast.
Anything to watch?
While we are waiting.
For this apocalypse.
What more is there to do?
It's to be important.
But so close to being despised.
It's more important to be nice, I guess than being wise.
I'll take your shoppin'.
I'd takin you dancin', too.
I'd take you out.
All the thing you want to do.
And I'll give you diamonds.
And I'll you space.
So be with anyone you want.
It's alright with me.

All time is over.
Don't you know that if a time warp was open, I'd stand right in my place?
The war is over.

I hear it in your silence.
When you don't speak.
There is a quiet crying rage burning inside of you so deep.
I'd give you anything, but I'd give you problems.
So be with anyone you want.
It's all right with me.

I hear it in your voice.
Can see it in your lips.
There's always a catch.
I guess that's alright with me.
No ones around.
The map says you're here.
Now I can hear loneliness,
Screaming in my ear.

All time is over.
Don't you know that if a time warp was open, I'd stand right in my place?
The war ain't over yet, no!
This war ain't over yet!
We are not.
All time is over!