Every Time We Say Goodbye

Every time she says goodbye, she dies a little
And every time she says goodbye she wonders why, a little
Every time she’s high, she dies a little
Every time she says goodbye she wonders why a little
How that drug gnaws at her, addicted now she knows
Thinks so little of herself, reality can go
When you’re in her veins there’s such an air of spring about it
She can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it
There’s no love-song finer
How strange the change from major to minor
Every time she’s high she says goodbye