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