End Game - Anthony Stewart Head, George Sarah

Look at me now

Never thought I’d be here

What was I thinking, what have I left undone, unspoken

Look at me, I feel a little helpless

Like a beetle on its back

Look at you

Looking down at me

wasn’t meant to happen like this

I need more time to set things right

Not ready to think these things in the middle of the night

Life seems never ending, until it’s ending

Finite, sight unseen — we choose the path we walk

But is it meant to happen like this?

Do we need more time to set things right?

Are we ever prepared inside to say goodbye?

Look at the beetle on its back

Look at you now

I never thought I’d see you here

How did I outlive you

I couldn’t see us apart, us broken

«The quality of your pain?»

you said is deep inside your heart

It wasn’t meant to happen like this

I need more time to set things right

Not ready to think these thoughts in the middle of the night

Is this right, that this really is the end

End game

It wasn’t meant to happen like this

I need more time to set things right

And angels come in many guises to guide us

End game