Look at that low plane,
fine, then
R.E.M.
It’s the End of the World as We Know It
(And I Feel Fine)
Time to eat all your words
Swallow your pride
Open your eyes
High time, we made a stand,
and shook up the views
of the common man
And the eyes in his head
see the world spinning round
Worlds are turning,
and we’re just hanging on
Facing our fear and
standing out there alone
A yearning, and it’s real to me
