Soft Apocalypse

Sirens wail everywhere
Don’t you worry-worry, baby
Power’s out, twist and shout
Let’s have a party-party, baby!
Lights have gone out
This is what we talked about
The sun’s turning red
Grab the things you prepared
Get your coat, time to go
You better hurry-hurry, baby
You know where, meet me there
Let’s have a party-party, baby
There are no more rules
We can start something new
A kingdom of two
Empty homes and swimming pools
There’s no help, save yourself
Take what you can carry-carry, baby
Dance between the dead machines
Let’s have a party-party, baby
This is no drill and no dream
It’s all real
Close your eyes, make a wish
We’ve been waiting for this
Oh, the end of the world’s not as bad as you’ve heard
Just a kiss on the lips of a soft apocalypse
(Overlapping of previous verses)