He scrolls a calendar and flips a coin He recruits her in his group to join Because he tells her the world’s falling apart And he knows each and every clue This is what happens when you think the world’s through
He builds a shelter away from the sun She’s locked up in there like a nun Because the sky’s exposing itself to those below Fire and brimstone are finding themselves rather due This is what happens when you think the world’s through
He reads from a book he keeps locked away He believes it correctly predicts when it’s doomsday She tries to look at it over his shoulder And sees the pen marks and highlights running askew This is what happens when you think the world’s through
He tells her he’s seeing things in his sleep Day by day the signs are starting to creep Every morning he provides her with a new drawing With each brushstroke his paranoia grew This is what happens when you think the world’s through
She’s sold her house and gave away her car As well as her speakers and her husband’s cigar That he planned to smoke when this was all over But for now he’d have to sit and stew This is what happens when you think the world’s through
To survive he’d collected quite a stockpile What else can happen in self-imposed exile He told her it was all necessary since the military Would be coming to try to put them under their shoe This is what happens when you think the world’s through
He’s looking at the planets through his scope There’s a fire up there with which no one can cope She looks through the hole and sees nothing And interprets this as what it’s all come to This is what happens when you think the world’s through
They counted down the seconds to midnight She noticed all his knuckles were white As she gripped on to his hand And the world laughed at the view This is what happens when you think the world’s through