When the coast of California

sinks into the ocean

and the ice poles are water

and England's green and pleasant land

is all desert sand

no one will answer you when you call

when even the farthest stars

start collapsing

back to the beginning

and there's no room for heaven

when the world is an old man with no time for the future

will love mean a thing?

does love mean a thing now anyway?

make me a drink Caroline

tall and icy

who can sleep with all of this noise?

thank you Caroline

Caroline goodnight!