Is it the end of America?/No, it’s only the beginning/If we hold on to hope, we’ll have a happy ending/When the world was at war before we just kept dancing
Her piercing falsetto slices the sky in half, angelic and haunting all the same. She’s admonishing the indifference, and the nerve of humankind to dance while the world is on the brink of destruction. The beat adds another layer of drama, and she matches the intensity with heartfelt mourning. Despite the circumstances she still feels that there is hope. Time, however, is running out.