She takes the blame, takes the pain
But the world smiles, cos outside is just a taxi ride, to drive away
She packs her bags
Calls a cab, and the world smiles
Cos inside where she feels alright
And turns to say:
yes its the end, the final showdown
Yes its the end of our small love
Youll have to find another no one
Wholl take take the shit like I have
Well I guess this is the end,
I guess this is the end.
She feels the sun, phones her mum
And the world smiles, cos outside in the morning light, its another day
She packs her bags
Smokes a fag, and the world smiles
Cos inside where she feels alright
And turns to say
yes, its the end, the final showdown
Yes its the end of our small love
Youll have to find another no one
Wholl take take the shit like I have
Well I guess this is the end,
I guess this is the end...oh well...