Crawl

This isn't usually my thing

But you know that full well, don't you

Though I guess it passes the time

In the slow crawl toward the end

The end of the world

(Around the corner, it's coming)

The end of the world

(We scoot ourselves a little bit closer)

If it feels good, I guess don't fight it

Takes you higher, I guess keep climbing

Hard to know what the fight's for anymore

This was a fun experiment

But I think it's run its course

So before it falls apart

Shatters into little shards

Better not put any strain on the heart

Barely gotten us this far

To the end of the world

(Until the sky is burning above us)

The end of the world

(Until the constellations come undone)

If it feels good, I guess don't fight it

Takes you higher, I guess keep climbing

Hard to know what the fight's for anymore