End of the World - Carla Bozulich & Marc Ribot, Carla Bozulich, Marc Ribot

Now that you’re back

From the end of the world

Tell me how does it look?

Fire and ice, like the book

I fed both your cats

And I watered your plant

Cleaned up the broken glass

While you were gone

You don’t have to speak

I can see you’re still weak

I’m glad you’re back

But, baby please

If you ever go back

To the end of the world

Darling, take me

You don’t have to speak

I can see you’re still weak

I’m glad you’re back

But, baby please

If you ever go back

To the end of the world

Darling, take me