Cousteau
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?
Letras de cancionesas 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
From Letras Mania