Love at the End (Commentary) - John Mark McMillan

Out of the gaslight

Off the roads we've traveled on

Down by the wayside

Against the sheen of a Babylon

I've seen an empire

Taste the tempest of a gathering strong

But I found love at the end of the world

My rabbit's running

On the street hot heels of Rome

My hour's coming to reconcile with the dawn

I'm on the brink

I'm on the brink

I'm on the brink

But I found love at the end of the world

Tell the reaper

Tell the repo man

I've got nothing that belongs to him

Ruin pushes rubble in the city of sin

But I found love at the end of the world

Out of the goodnight

I was born into your arms

Like you're my country

Like you're the hills where I belong

Out of that goodnight (I'm on the brink)

I was born into your arms (I'm on the brink)

You are my country (I'm on the brink)

Like the hills where I found love at the end of the world

Tell the reaper

Tell the repo man

I've got nothing that belongs to him

Ruin pushes rubble in the city of sin

But I found love at the end of the world