Lyrics

11:59 © 1999 John McGill, all rights reserved

Oh my darling, is it really as it seems?
'Cause someone ought to have avenged these shattered dreams
And all the time it took to teach those weary minds
Never nearly to attain the sweet sublime

Until my days and my nights have come complete
with the words of men and of the angels bittersweet
Oh my darling, I'm still tearing it apart
With the works of life and love that I lay down on my art

But it's the wisdom of the ages
That the world will end tonite
And the vision of the sages
Is the word of our demise
From the heart of revelation
Or by malevolent design
It really doesn't matter
It's 11:59

Oh my darling, why be patient or be true
When sometimes life it doesn?t deal that good to you
Come payment time, and the world goes out of style
Nobody loses, but does anybody smile

The words on empty pages
And the works of my design
The gatherer's of praises
And the wonderful maligned
The young that love amazes
And the wisdom of decline
It really doesn't matter
It's 11:59

Oh my darling, is it faithful? Is it true?
That nothing ever will become of me and you.
Of all the hours and the pages I have torn
Nothing matters, nothing lingers, nothing's mourned
Nothing matters, nothing lingers, nothing more