Fingers Crossed

In the end, when they're all gone When the world is silent and the days are long Just you and I, we'll be alive We made it on our own 'Cause everybody makes it 'till they don't And everybody wants to think they won't 'Cause everybody makes it 'till they don't And everybody seems to think they won't, they won't, they won't, they won't Baby, I'm still alive but my heart is beating slow Baby, tell me I gotta know Are you okay? You seem too far gone Infected, standing there all alone 'Cause everybody makes it 'till they don't And everybody wants to think they won't And everybody makes it 'till they don't And everybody seems to think they won't, they won't, they won't, they won't The best of me, the best of me is you The best of me, the best of me was you Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Ladum, badum, mmmm