I have read about the apocalypse Now I hear we near the end Of all living things Of all pretty things And of you and me as well I have thought about that doomsday clock And what the headlines have to say But then I turn my head See you knitting there By the flowers that I picked I'm not ready to give in To what they say in the news I will hold your hand in my hand And l'll make you some tea To face the end times with you I get scared sometimes When I read some lines When I realize what we have lost But where am I to go When all hope is gone Well my love I' run to you I'm not ready to give in To what they say in the news I will hold your hand in my hand And l'll make you some tea To face the end times with you I'm not ready to give in To what they say in the news I will hold your hand in my hand And l'll write you a song To face the end times with you Oh, I know things are bad But my love you're the good