Apocalypse Acoustic ( Short Version ) - Cigarettes After Sex By Tiny Desk

You leapt from crumbling bridges watching cityscapes turn to dust Filming helicopters crashing in the ocean from way above Got the music in you baby Tell me why Got the music in you baby Tell me why You’ve been locked in here forever and you just can’t say goodbye Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers wrapped in your arms You’ve been hiding them in hollowed out pianos left in the dark Got the music in you baby Tell me why Got the music in you baby Tell me why You’ve been locked in here forever and you just can’t say goodbye Your lips My lips Apocalypse Your lips My lips Apocalypse Go and sneak us through the rivers Flood is rising up on your knees Oh please Come out and haunt me I know you want me Come out and haunt me Sharing all your secrets with each other since you were kids Sleeping soundly with the locket that she gave you clutched in your fist