Lletres: Harvard. Ending Of All Endings.

When the world comes down in your
sleep- Its ringing out in your
sleep. Its a silent song for you
to hear. It was you, everywhere
but here. It was you who paints
the day red. Mechanical anecdote,
I don't why, I see the setting
sun. It will rise, it will rise.
But I knew, I knew, I knew. This
is the end of everybody. It was
the ending of endings. You were
lonely, I was calling out
Hallelujah - energy.