Little Joy (acoustic version)

there's no little joy
at the end of it all

just your last call

there's no little joy
no winter to fall
just a slow crawl

so take my hand

never let me go

never let me go

...

someday
we'll be buried
 in the back pages
 of some torn, bent apocalypse

one day
we'll be carried on our way
to the end of our long, lost apocalypse

someday
we'll be buried
in the back pages of 100 years ago

Little Joy (acoustic)

Vocals by Valentina Berkovits