End

Raise a glass to all that's coming fast
the end of days is more than just an errant way
You'll see and I bet you'll be happier then
And you'll see and I'll bet you'll be happier then

You can't blame yourself for felling small
It's not what you were intended for
Can't blame yourself for feeling small
It's not what you were intended for

Raise your hands to all that's coming past
the ends of days is more than just a dim lit face
You'll see and I'll be you'll be happier then
And you'll see and I'll bet you'll be happier then

You can't blame yourself for feeling small
It's not what you were intended for
You can't blame yourself for feeling small
It's not what you were intended for

(instrumental break)

You can't blame yourself for feeling small
It's not what you were intended for
Can't blame yourself for feeling small
It's not what you were intended for