The Ends of the Earth Lyrics

When I think about this place
And the way that we live here
It's starting to feel like
The ends of the earth
I'm so tied up with this place
And watching the grey waves
Punching the storm wall
That I feel nothing at all

I was made out of this place
Claimed at the day of my birth
I could step out my front door
And fall from the face of the earth

I think about leaving
As I stare at the ceiling
While spectres of smokestacks
Come fill up my mind
The boundaries are thin here
There's nothing except fear
Between the places we live in
And nothing at all