Taste of Goodbye

Who, who?

Who's that army marching on me?

Who, who?

Who's that amry marching on me?

The taste, the taste that's sweet

Get on to it

The bitterness

Soft no less

The taste of goodbye

Who, who?

Who'd like to know?

Who, who?

Who's that army marching on me?

People feel alone

And they both know

That darling dove

Feels no love

When you get home

You're stubborn and alone

And you feel so cold

Hot, wet and ready to forget it all!