D.O.O.M. Lyrics

Head in the clouds, I'm wondering

How it'd feel to see me now

Wake up to an empty room

Pull me backwards into you

I feel the time fly by

Promised I wouldn't cry

I feel the time fly by

Promised I wouldn't cry

It's never over

You're coming over

We're growing colder

Could it be over?

It's never over

'Til you let me free

You're coming over

To what's left of me

We're growing colder

Fading memories

Could it be over

While I still dream?

The last time I made love to you

The last time I made love to you

The last time I made love to you

The last time I made love to you

The last time I made love to you

The last, last, last, last, last, last time I made love to you

And it has me dreaming of our moon

And it spells out my D.O.O.M.

To keep dreaming of our moon

Why's it when I see the dead birds all along the ocean shore

I think of you and all the things we never got around to doing?

Cormorants and sandpipers, I think of all the ways it hurt

But then I start to remember how I see everything clearer now

(I see everything clearer now)