Joshua-Michéle Ross - Sunday Afternoon, the World Falls to Pieces Lyrics

Headlines chime to mobile devices, the New York Times is most incisive
"The World Is Falling to Pieces"
But therein lies the rub of modern life; the end of the world is always nigh
So why not come to bed?
We can be kites rising higher and higher
It's harder to fall than keep to our pleasures - the sky aflame; a vault of celestial light

Bar the door
Wait until someone breaks it down
I must be overwhelmed

Precisely these fears -that led from caveman to corporateer - are nature's prescription
You read it here, in blood, bone, and knife

I'll be the one who sees the limit of all love under the sun
Burning with passion and requited fun as the world falls to pieces

Bar the door
Wait until someone breaks it down
I must be overwhelmed

The gloaming hand of autumn's election
The seer beholds only a fraction - so let beauty be found in distraction's idle gaze

Bar the door
Wait until someone breaks it down
I must be overwhelmed

This Sunday Afternoon...
Let us be lazy this Sunday Afternoon