End of the Line by Monday In London Lyrics

One voice inside to another says

"I've got more problems than us both"

But that's so sick to call life a problem

That has its needs and needs to be solved

She thinks it over while her satin black mane

Waves perfectly over one eye

She sits cross-legged doubled over

As if she's clutching a child waiting to die

Is it worth it?

If you want to find peace

At the end of the road
I promise I'll be there

Her heart has no bearing a weak sense of directions

And things take too long to register

Listen to regrets, at long last she's released his love

And the front door haunts her

If you want to find me

At the end of the road

I promise I'll be there