If This Is The End

If this is the end, if this is the end, there's something I should say to you:
Your mother, she pushed hard for you; and you can make it through.

Enjoy the blue in your sky. Let your hands rise in a most peculiar way.
And for as long as you live, enjoy your days.

You can play a sad song if you like. (Remembering those times too, you make us weep.)
Make us weep, and reel in all the moments. Reel in the moment you shine on.
You shine on.

As the orchestra tunes, take much air in your lungs. You will shine on, you will shine on.