At the moment, it has all become
|
A bit much for you, too much to be done
|
But no answer and no letter came
|
It's a lovely mess of getting shared
|
|
We should ride toward the sunset
|
'Til the road we drive on meets the sky
|
|
You and I
|
We could sit right back, my dear, and take our time
|
Travel light
|
And the ash you flick from your fingertips will flash
|
Past their eyes, our goodbye
|
|
You know they hate you, they have always done
|
And their stupid ways from the highest run
|
They are blow-hearts, you're a bleeding heart
|
Please don't look back to the very start
|
|
You've been so patient
|
They don't know what they'll lose
|
We should ride toward the sunset
|
'Til the road we drive on meets the sky
|
|
You and I
|
We could sit right back, my dear, and take our time
|
Travel light
|
And the ash you flick from your fingertips will flash
|
Past their eyes, our goodbye
|
|
I won't ask you why
|
I won't trouble you at all
|
We should ride toward the sunset
|
'Til the road we drive on meets the sky
|
|
You and I
|
We could sit right back, my dear, and take our time
|
Travel light
|
And the ash you flick from your fingertips will flash
|
Past their eyes, our goodbye
|
|
Will flash
|
Past their eyes, our goodbye
|
|
-----------------
|
Our Goodbye
|
| Gomez |
