The End (Of the World) lyrics

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 colors 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? End of the world On Tuesday The end of the world Pop goes the world The end of the world Pop goes the world In the name of angels On Tuesday The end of the world The real world Pop goes the world On Tuesday