It's difficult to say goodbye after all this time
The rain will fall down, replenishing all of our broken dreams
And this burning tree that's withering will bloom again,
would you believe?
Goodbye, Goodbye.
Walk away. It's time to say goodbye.
Goodbye, Goodbye.
Walk away. It's hard to say goodbye.
Now all that's left are pictures on the wall.
Memories and stories that are told.
The more often told the bigger they get.
Create a legacy, lest we forget.
Goodbye, Goodbye.
Walk away. It's time to say goodbye.
No longer can I hold on to this defeated change in heart (I swear).
It's time to sing "fare thee well" to life as we know it.
My voice it will, you know I will be, yes it will be still.
SOMETHING WOKE ME UP IN THE MIDST OF DREAM AND FANTASY
HALF WAY THERE.
BUT HE ALWAYS FILLS MY CUP.
AND HE LIFTS ME UP (oh how he lifts me up).
Goodbye, Goodbye.
Walk away. It's time to say goodbye.
I never took the time to stop and realize that death takes
many forms.
Even while alive.
