Our eyes met across a wasteland
The scattered debris of our forgotten society
We tiptoed through the plastic bags and fag-ends
I asked you your name, you said "Elaine. Is this the end?"

Oh no no it's okay, it's just a Saturday
Everyone's in bed, oh no no they're not dead
Oh no no it's okay, it's just a Saturday
Everyone's in bed, oh no no they're not dead

I showed you my heart, you showed me your homemade snare trap
It was then I knew you were the girl for me
We told stories of our species' tragic demise
And it felt like we were the only two people in the world

Oh no no it's okay, it's just a Saturday
Everyone's in bed, oh no no they're not dead
Oh no no it's okay, it's just a Saturday
Everyone's in bed, oh no no they're not dead

As the city woke up and people shuffled onto the streets
We said goodbye and hoped we'd one day meet
I've dreamed of undead armies and alien invasions ever since
Just the word "retrovirus" makes my heart flip

Every morning I wake up and the city's still alive, and I sigh
But I know when the end comes, we will survive, yeah that's right
Because you can make traps and I can make fire
With nothing but two sticks and a piece of wire

A few weeks passed when going to my office (that I hate)
I noticed Greggs was closed and thought, "Wait..."
I looked around and all the streets were empty
But there you were, there you were at the end

Oh no no it's okay, it's a bank holiday
Everyone's in bed, oh no no they're not dead
Oh no no it's okay, it's a bank holiday
Everyone's in bed, oh no no they're not dead

When the end comes, we will survive
When the end comes, we will survive
Because you can make traps and I can make fire
All we need are two sticks and a piece of wire