Matadors, monkeys, a million balloons
As we walk through the sea to the sand
Knowing full well that we're perfectly tuned
As we skip through our hearts hand in hand
Will Jenny be older
Will music be heard
Will we all meet again
At the end of the world
No sense in fooling, we're covered in dreams
Having too much fun flying to land
Floating waist high in ten colours of green
We're so small but we feel oh so grand
Will Jenny be older
Will music be heard
Will we all meet again
At the end of the world
End of the world
Will Jenny be older
Will music be heard
Will we all meet again
At the end of the world
The end of the world
On tuesday
The end of the world
Pop goes the world
The end of the world
In the name of angels
Pop goes the world
On Tuesday
The end of the world
The real world