GOODNIGHT



IT'S BEEN TWO YEARS, SUCH A WONDERFUL RELEASE

FOR THE CRADLE MADE THAT WILL HOLD US IN PEACE

YOU MARCH AROUND, TILL YOUR HANDS GET SO FULL

ALL THE WORK THAT SPEEDS YOUR TIME THAT YOU DO

I LOCK MYSELF, AWAY IN MY ROOM

AND WON'T REFLECT WHAT I'M FEELING FOR YOU

TORN BETWEEN DREAM AND GOOD WILL

BUT DISTRACTED BY YOUR LIPS THAT FULFILL



HE NEVER WANTED HER TO GO,

ALONE TONIGHT

HE NEVER WISHED THAT SHE WOULD GO,

WITHOUT ONE LAST GOODNIGHT



BED IS COLD, AND NAKED SHE FINDS

HIS VOICE ECHOES SOFTLY IN HER MIND

TOSS AND TURN AND WAIT FOR A SOUND

BUT HER ONLY TRUE SENSE IS WALKING AROUND

LIGHTLY SLEEP A BEAUTIFUL GRACE

IN THE HOPE TO FIND MY BREATHE ON HER FACE

TORN BETWEEN DREAM AND GOOD WILL

BUT DISTRACTED BY YOUR LIPS THAT FULFILL



HE NEVER WANTED HER TO GO,

ALONE TONIGHT

HE NEVER WISHED THAT SHE WOULD GO,

WITHOUT ONE LAST GOODNIGHT