Lyrics Sometimes What Ends Doesn't - Hightide Hotel

Sometimes What Ends Doesn't

And I can imagine an ocean of water for miles hanging above my head
And I can imagine the vultures gathering down at the foot of my bed
I can imagine the sky a golden crimson red
But I’d rather not imagine how this ends
I find that my mind always strays to the numerous potential ways that we could
break beneath the weight of so many aching, lengthy days
And I can imagine whole scrolls of words going unwritten or unsaid
And I can imagine a patch of earth eventually replacing my bed.
I can imagine
the sky a golden crimson red
But I’d rather not imagine how this ends
I find that most of the time I’m fine if I imagine you instead