The End Of Things – Gary Numan

Is that a voice calling me softly?
Nothing in here is quite how it seems
Is that a whisper’s touch or my fear?
Am I awake or lost in old dreams?

Everything’s so cold
The air is so still
There should be nothing here to see
Is this a warning
Like in the Black Book?
There can be no one else but me

I see a darker shade of darkness
I hear a shadow hide in the lie
I feel a suffocating tension
Within a terrible desire

Everything’s so cold
The air is so still
There should be nothing here to fear
But I hear breathing
A child’s laughter
Can any part of this be real?

Everything I work for
Everything I long for
Is always just too far
Everything I hope for
Never comes to be
Everything I bleed for
Burned a scar on me
Everything I fight for
Leaves a bitter taste
Everything I cry for
Laughs into my face
Everything I scream for
Barely knows my name
Everything I’d die for
Will die just the same
In here
With me

Is this the truth of your forgiveness?
Are you the stranger stood at my door?
Are you the end of things come calling?
Are you the answer I’ve wished for?

Everything’s so cold
The air is so still
And there is nothing here but me
If I belong here
And this is my seat
Then there is no place I’d rather be

Everything I worked for
Everything I longed for
Was always just too far
Everything I hoped for
Never came to be
Everything I bled for
Burned a scar on me
Everything I fought for
Left a bitter taste
Everything I cried for
Laughed into my face
Everything I screamed for
Barely knew my name
Everything I died for
Died just the same
In here
With me