Текст песни Cousteau - Of This Goodbye
Cousteau - Of This Goodbye слова песни
Love never listensLife dont have the timeAnd its some superstitionAmbitions bitten junkie crimesWhat Id rob from a stolen momentId sell for timeFare ye well, who could tellOf this goodbyeFare ye well, who could tellOf this goodbyeKnow theres a sentenceThat tenders every living jiveAs it blows ever presentThrough a skins disguiseBut Id know you in daylightThe way Id know you eyesThen my friend, till the endYou were quite a sightFare ye well, who could tellOf this goodbyeWhether her shouldersWeather the wheeling stars? As they press ever gentlyEver silver scarsAnd theyll wind round your milkyArthstuff,Theyll take you aliveIts the deal, its something realInto which we diveFare ye well, who can tellOf this,Goodbye