These Are the Last Days
from Bedroom Demo #19
Words and Music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2017 Shape of Air Music
I've left behind all my speculations
Won't try my hand at writing end time prose
I won't thrill you with deaths in the millions
Or take comfort in the blood that may flow
We're already in a great tribulation
We all suffer in some degree
We are fallen and crawling to the same finish line
Yes, these are the last days
These are the last days
These are the last days
For you
And me
The late great planet earth is still spinning
Armageddon's on the back burner now
We've named anti-Christ's who have come and gone
Still not wise to the what when and how
Yes, we could go up in smoke tomorrow
Whatever End is a mystery
It's said we are dying the day we are born
Yes, these are the last days
These are the last days
These are the last days
For you
And me
There's no freeze dried food in my basement
No guns or ammo or bombs
I'll stock up on love for the haters
Draw on love when the weapons get drawn
My heart is The Valley of Megiddo
I am my own worst enemy
I'm not concerned about some strange and vague future
Yes, these are the last days
These are the last days
These are the last days
For you
And me
These are the last days
These are the last days
These are the last days
For you
And for me
For you
And me
For you
And me
