Another Beautiful Day at the End of the World

Greet the morning,
the coffee bitter
a taste of waking
flowing inside.
Starting over
in your ruined tower.
Hear the bells ringing out
they're crying..
Don't start with me ! -Stop !-
What's that sound? -Stop !-
I'm not myself these days.
The road unravels,
shimmered in the green.
You're always going
from dream to dream
inside me.
Broken shelter,
a wind is stirring the trees.
Step by step,
hand over hand you're pulling
like a fish swimming upstream...

Another beautiful day
at the end of the world.
Another beautiful day
at the end of the world.
Is it today?

There's no outguessing
a hunger in your brain
where are you?...
or the shifting of desire.
where are you?...
They're flying red flags
who?...
someone else is flying white flags
who are you?...
to all the ghosts they're still selling.
Can't you feel it?  -Stop!-
What's that sound? -Stop!-
We're not ourselves these days.
Binding science
withering the green
won't tell me love
has lost it's meaning.

Another beautiful day
at the end of the world.
Another beautiful day
at the end of the world.
(repeat)

Time is not an understanding.
Love is not a cage.
We made the real thing
as hard as hell to open
when love has lost its meaning...

Another beautiful day
at the end of the world.
Another beautiful day
at the end of the world.
(repeat x2)

- R. Aceto  Copyright ©1994 Muse at 111 Music / BMI