Goodbye, Old Friend

Just a passing feeling

I don't ever want to forget

Just a planet spinning

On the axis of the voice in my head

Old things, they stay nearby

And I find that I am rotting

In the apple of your eye

Old things, they stick around

And I find myself enveloped

In the sadness of the sounds of

Goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, my old friend, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, my old friend, goodbye

On a quiet evening

I'm confronted by the Lady in Red

All the while, I'm clinging

To the moment of my innocence's death

Old things, they stay nearby

And I find that I am rotting

In the apple of your eye

Old things, they stick around

And I find myself enveloped

In the sadness of the sounds of

How long must I wait

Until the outline of your face

Recedes from every passing window?

How long must I wait

Until the ashes take their place

In the passing breeze, wherever it may go?

Goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, my old friend, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, my old friend, goodbye