Of This Goodbye

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