Goodbye

Where did you come from? Where have you been? I was loving the darkness, And now your light's creeping in, I cut down the roses, Burnt the house to the ground, Where did you come from? And what brought you here now? See that was the last time, That I'd lose my grip, To paint you a picture, For it to get ripped, The fields are all dried, The soil's no good, You've got a lot of nerve honey, Thinking you could, Would it be alright if I said no? Would it be okay if I asked you to go? 'Cause Lord knows I tried, And Lord knows I died, And I ain't coming around for another goodbye, No I ain't coming around for another goodbye, Goodbye,