If Rapture's true

Soon there could be nothing left of me and you

Only piles of clothes and mobile telephones

So you sit there in silence

And comprehend the end of everything

But I won't sit by and watch you dear

No I can't sit by and watch you

So just know when the day comes

That the cities fall and the seas reclaim the ports

I will know because of you

I have seen the splendour of it all

So tell me I'm the work of your life

And I'll say you'll be the work of mine

If Rapture comes

Then there could be nothing left here of anyone

But I doubt it dear cause I've seen the sinners

And I've walked among them and known I'm one of them

Blessed might be the meek my dear but they won't inherit shit

Cause this world is for lovers blameless and burdened

Black-eyed from hurt but hopeful

To know when the day comes

That their cities fall and the seas reclaim the ports

That they have seen the splendour of it all

So tell me I'm the work of your life

And I'll say you'll be the work of mine

There'll be a bar when you go

Where you're damned if you do

But you're fucked if you don't

And you know it's cool Yeah it's cool

And you'll stand at the gates

And you'll wait yeah you'll wait

For the ones that you knew to come too

So tell me I'm the work of your life

And I'll say you'll be the work of mine