I Think We're Poets feat. Elin Berglund - Aftermath
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All the broadcasts are saying that we lost
In this peculiar dream that the world was ending
Carrying over these orange-colored skies
And crawling out through the fallout

Wake up to the sound of the ash-filled rain
The blind dogs of the sun, they run
And the clown called out "fire", but we all applauded and stared
And the world broke (with a boom this time)
And the world broke, there was fire, alright

Elevator plays 'Orange Colored Sky',
By the, now-turned king and the carefree lady

And the broadcast comes to a stop,
Up we go, my own eyes have met the wasteland
Up we go...

Everything's upside down,
Something's not quite right
Everything's upside down