There was a time when we would talk about
The things you never wanted to hear
And you'd call me names and you'd put me down
But I could see right through your fear
Now the walls of your world have come tumbling down
Crumbling at your feet
You've been forced to [C7]take a look at what you [A7tɾied to [C7]ignore
And the future's looking bleak
Turn off the music
Let my [A]hand [Bm]go
It's time to [C7]walk away
We're living at the edge of the world
And there's nothing left to [C7]say
It never seemed to [C7]bother you
That the world would not make sense
Too many orρhans in the gutter
While their princes feast in tents
Still, you [A7give your silver to [C7]the pirate kings
Who kill children as they sleep
Then turn the music on [C7]your stereo up
So you [A7won't hear the prayers they speak
Turn off the music
Let my [A]hand [Bm]go
It's time to [C7]walk away
We're living at the edge of the world
And there's nothing left to [C7]say
You'd better buckle up, buttercup
Better get ɾeady for [Dm7]the whitest knuckle ɾide of your lifetime
The fairground's taking down the scenery
The happy camper memories will soon [C7]be [Am]a thing of the past
You should have listened, girl, back when you [A7still had a chance
When we still had a chance to [C7]make things different
But all [Em]you [A7ever wanted was [Am7]a holiday
Where you [A7could bury your head in the sand
Turn off the music
Let my [A]hand [Bm]go
It's time to [C7]walk away
We're living at the edge of the world
And there's nothing more to [C7]say
We're living through the end of the world
And there's nothing left to [C7]say