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