Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song After the Apocalypse, artist - Aloan.
Date of issue: 30.08.2012
Song language: English
After the Apocalypse |
Open my eyes the day after the apocalypse |
I had expected something better from the apocalypse |
Noon and still the same boredom, it’s the apocalypse |
Still no ideals and no thrill, |
it sleazy, sleazy, sleazy, sleazy, sleazy… |
Ochre dawn has come |
Winter’s feather’s glum |
There’s no explosion, no fire, no judgment day |
There’s still some human robots in a line who sway |
Ochre dawn has come |
Our lives go and on |
Open my eyes on the very morning after the apocalypse |
Expected fire, chaos or solar eclipse on the apocalypse |
And then you call me on my cellphone and |
you let me know you’re OK with the apocalypse |
Well if my end is by your side, |
then the ride is really worth it on the apocalypse |
So in confusion end appears as an illusion |
The world can stop just as long as we’re in fusion when my |
Ochre dawn has come |
Winter’s feather’s glum |
There’s no explosion, no fire, no judgment day |
There’s still some human robots in a line who sway |
Ochre dawn has come |
Our lives go and on |
Common imagination through time across the nations |
I still believe that you and I have reached a new dimension |
I still feel my emotions go up and down and in all directions |
You are my inspiration, my love my living mission |
So tell my the world that they lied, our love is still hard |
And we were not expecting the apocalypse to be quiet |
So hold my hand 'cause at the end when we stop moving |
We can keep our love in movement, |
nothing will slow our self-improvement |
Ochre dawn has come |
Winter’s feather’s glum |
Yo I’m curious, is this really serious |
Or do we need an end to not fall into deliriousness |
Feeding ourselves with answers that are making no sense |
Well, every age with its stories, tales and mystical quests |
That’s just how we put all our fears and doubts to rest |
It’s the apocalypse, just witness it |
There’s no explosion, no fire, no judgment day |
There’s still some human robots in a line who sway |
Ochre dawn has come |
Our lives go and on |