Play, play me that song
the one that makes me feel the way
when we were young
when we were young
underneath suburban trees
On the basketball court
where no one comes around at night
and we were free
we were free
lying under cover of dark
You said you were a nihilist
you thought you'd give my arm a twist
trying on for size
the thought of suicide
you clench your hand into a fist
To catch the cold smoke
ice is on the power lines
and things have changed
things have changed
Credits on the wall scrolling ultra vision
static on the call applauding the decision
End of the World is playing on the radio
Play, play me that song
the one that makes me feel the way
when we were young
when we were young
underneath suburban trees
Wandering Hathaway Park
sharing headphones and gum
we'd sing along
we'd sing along
you said remember that scene from "The Wall"
Where he looked into the deepest mirror
and saw a never ending tear
you said you recognize
that look behind his eyes
when the enemey's the only one near
You take a deep breath
to try and let the cold escape
but things have changed
things have changed
Credits on the wall scrolling ultra vision
static on the call applauding the decision
End of the World is playing on the radio
Credits on the wall scrolling ultra vision
static on the call applauding the decision
End of the World is playing on the radio
Oooooooh
Oooh Every memory now
Just credits on the wall scrolling ultra vision
static on the call applauding the decision
End of the World is playing on the radio
Credits on the wall scrolling ultra vision
static on the call applauding the decision
End of the World is playing on the radio
The End of the World is playing on the radio
The End of the World is playing on the radio
Play, play me that song
the one that makes me feel the way
when we were young
Oooooohh