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 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

(Goodbye, goodbye)
(Goodbye, goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye, goodbye, bye)
(Goodbye, goodbye)
(Goodbye, goodbye)