matadors monkeys, a million balloonsnas we walk through the sea to the sandnknowing full well that we're perfectly tunednas we skip through our hearts hand in handnnwill Jenny be oldernwill music be heardnwill we all meet again at the end of the worldnnno sense in foolingnwe're covered in dreamsnhaving too much fun flying to landnfloating waist high in ten colors of greennwe're so small but we feel oh so grandnnwill Jenny be older?nwill music be heard?nwill we all meet again at the end of the world?nend of the worldnnwill Jenny be older?nwill music be heard?nwill we all meet again at the end of the world?nend of the worldnnon Tuesdaynthe end of the worldnpop goes the worldnthe end of the worldnpop goes the worldnIn the name of angelsnnon Tuesdaynthe end of the worldnthe real worldnpop goes the worldnon Tuesdayn