Of This Goodbye

<br>Love never listens<br><br>Life dont have the time<br><br>And its some superstition<br><br>Ambitions bitten junkie crimes<br><br>What Id rob from a stolen moment<br><br>Id sell for time<br><br>Fare ye well, who could tell<br><br>Of this goodbye<br><br>Fare ye well, who could tell<br><br>Of this goodbye<br><br><br><br>Know theres a sentence<br><br>That tenders every living jive<br><br>As it blows ever present<br><br>Through a skins disguise<br><br>But Id know you in daylight<br><br>The way Id know you eyes<br><br>Then my friend, till the end<br><br>You were quite a sight<br><br>Fare ye well, who could tell<br><br>Of this goodbye<br><br><br><br>Whether her shoulders<br><br>Weather the wheeling stars? <br><br>As they press ever gently<br><br>Ever silver scars<br><br>And theyll wind round your milky<br><br>Arthstuff,<br><br>Theyll take you alive<br><br>Its the deal, its something real<br><br>Into which we dive<br><br>Fare ye well, who can tell<br><br>Of this,<br><br>Goodbye