[George Pettit, Dallas Green]

You had such grace in the end
And I wish I could remember
What color your eyes were
Every time I looked at you, my mind went blank

(Jubella, you claimed to be the one)
You had the best damn Sunday dress
(Who would bring down the stars)
At the end of the world
(But as of yet I've seen nothing)
Of the world

The walls of flames that consumed you
And everything that was good and
Not with a bang
But a whimper

Except (Except)
The dead (The dead)
Flowers (Flower you gave)

What would you do?
Arms spread, welcome
The impending
Nothing

Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

You had such grace in the end (You had such grace in the end)
I wish I could remember (In the end)
What colour your eyes were (In the end)
But every time I looked at you, my mind...