More songs by Black Box Recorder
Description
Released on: 1998-07-06
Lyrics and translation
Original
It's only the end of the world, not a death in the family.
We've seen all the best sights, been on all the best rides at the amusement park.
On Saturday, we got tongue-tied.
After all the best friends, stuff that's too boring to trash, it's classless and crass. It's only the end of the world.
Since the circus left town, we've been seen kicking 'round, and now every caress is some cul-de-sac we've already been down.
We're just moving our limbs, making a sound.
The ground is still spinning, but it's slowing down.
It's only the end of the world.
Where is the love?
Satellites break up in the atmosphere.
Our ashes are scattered in space.
All of the answers fall into place.
It's only the end of the world.
Since the circus left town, the world just stopped spinning 'round.
We've seen all the prize fighters, the Sunday gunfighters, with their heads hanging down.
We just go where the money goes.
Your hands turn to dust, the magic is lost.
It's only the end of the world.
Where is the love?
It's only the end of the world.
It's only the end of the world.
The end of the world.
The end of the world.
The end of the world.
The end of the world.
English translation
It's only the end of the world, not a death in the family.
We've seen all the best sights, been on all the best rides at the amusement park.
On Saturday, we got tongue-tied.
After all the best friends, stuff that's too boring to trash, it's classless and crass. It's only the end of the world.
Since the circus left town, we've been seen kicking 'round, and now every caress is some cul-de-sac we've already been down.
We're just moving our limbs, making a sound.
The ground is still spinning, but it's slowing down.
It's only the end of the world.
Where is the love?
Satellites break up in the atmosphere.
Our ashes are scattered in space.
All of the answers fall into place.
It's only the end of the world.
Since the circus left town, the world just stopped spinning 'round.
We've seen all the prize fighters, the Sunday gunfighters, with their heads hanging down.
We just go where the money goes.
Your hands turn to dust, the magic is lost.
It's only the end of the world.
Where is the love?
It's only the end of the world.
It's only the end of the world.
The end of the world.
The end of the world.
The end of the world.
The end of the world.