The End - Nostalghia

The edge of earth

So sweet and brown

My London Bridge

Keeps falling down

I’ll plant a seed inside their brain

Can’t help what happens

When it rains

The edge of earth’s

Where I’ll be found

And when I swallow down

The pills

I’ll float upon the greenest hill-side

If god is real where is she found

Inside my heart I hear him loud

You should assume

I’ve done my best

Now put my bod to rest…