In the Middle of the End of Times - Pernille Rosendahl

I’m a raven in the darkness

You don’t see me anymore

There’s too much space in between us

Love became too much like walls

There’s a prison in my heart now

And I’ve locked away the past

And I know the time’s approaching

When I put my first love last

Here am I, like a chrysalis about to turn

To butterfly, who will learn to fly outside the lines

In the middle of the end of times

We experimented wildly

Both inpatient and beguiled

When you love your love so madly

Are you just a grown-up child?

Your insanity took over

Born of jealousy and fear

In my innocence, I lost you

With a truth you wouldn’t hear

Here am I, like a chrysalis about to turn

To butterfly, who will learn to fly outside the lines

In the middle of the end of times

Cold, cold heart

You stole the bitterness, the bitterness from me

Cold, cold heart

You stole the bitterness, the bitterness from me

You stole the bitterness, the bitterness from me

Here am I, like a chrysalis about to turn

To butterfly, who will learn to fly outside the lines

In the middle of the end of times

In the middle of the end of times

In the middle of the end of times