There's a room at the end of the world
Where my secrets go to hide
There's a room at the end of the world
Where I'll wait for you tonight

Where the roads all go to end
Where lost Valentines get sent
Where a rose comes back to life
Where young love never dies
Where we never say goodbye

Don't say no, just give in
Close your eyes, there's no sin
Don't hold back, just let go
Take your time, take it slow
It's me and you in our room at the end of the world

There's a room at the end of the world
Where your memories are safe
There's a room at the end of the world
Just gotta have some faith

Where all prayers go to be heard and the truth will have its turn
Take a look into these eyes, there's no place I'd rather be tonight
No place I'd rather be tonight

Don't say no, just give in
Close your eyes, there's no sin
Don't hold back, just let go
Take your time, take it slow
It's me and you in our room at the end of the world

There's no looking back in our room
Fade to black

There's a room at the end of the world
That I hang on to
There's a room at the end of the world
Where I wait for you, I'll wait for you

Don't say no, just give in
Close your eyes, there's no sin
Don't hold back, just let go
Take your time, take it slow
It's me and you in our room at the end of the world

Where I wait for you in our room
Dreams are coming true in our room
It's just me and you in our room 

The fighter

I should write down these words ‘fore I lose them
Or write you a song just to use them
Someday you may wanna know who I am
Beyond this facade no guitar in my hand
No, I am not a writer

These eyes hold no secrets I hide no truths
I am all I am, all I was to you
The lie and the promise, the great escape artist
The weed in your garden in that place you’re still guarding
Where I am not a liar

I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter, few will remember my name

These are hands that can offer protection
But hid me from my own reflection
I’m that book that ain’t finished, a sink full of dishes, 
The horse that ain’t winning, the priest that’s still sinning
The spark that starts the fire

I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter, few will remember my name

With loneliness next to me, feels its misery, nursing another black eye
On the New Jersey turnpike, counting the headlights
Those cars just like days pass me by

I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter, few will remember my name
I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter, a fighter’s born but not made

I should write down these words ‘fore I lose them
Or write you a song just to use them