Of This Goodbye — текст песни (Cousteau)

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