Of This Goodbye

Love never listens life don't have the time and it's some superstition ambition's bitten junkie crimes what

I'd rob from a stolen moment

I'd sell for time

Fare ye well, who could tell

Of This Goodbye

Fare ye well, who could tell

Of This Goodbye

Know there's a sentence that tenders every living jive as it blows ever present through a skin's disguise but

I'd know you in daylight the way

I'd know you eyes then my friend, till the end you were quite a sight

Fare ye well, who could tell

Of This Goodbye

Whether her shoulders weather the wheeling stars? as they press ever gently ever silver scars and they'll wind round your milky arthstuff, they'll take you alive it's the deal, it's something real into which we dive

Fare ye well, who can tell of this,

Goodbye