Of This Goodbye

Love never listens
Life dont have the time
And its some superstition
Ambitions bitten junkie crimes
What Id rob from a stolen moment
Id sell for time
Fare ye well, who could tell
Of this goodbye
Fare ye well, who could tell
Of this goodbye
Know theres a sentence
That tenders every living jive
As it blows ever present
Through a skins disguise
But Id know you in daylight
The way Id 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 theyll wind round your milky
Arthstuff,
Theyll take you alive
Its the deal, its something real
Into which we dive
Fare ye well, who can tell
Of this,
Goodbye