I’m saying goodbye
to the lonely eyes
that have captured
the colours on my wall for too many a tear.
I’m tasting lucid rain
spinning and drowning in fame
while i hold your hand
’till you tire and hold mine again when i’m old and feared
But i’m saying goodbye
to wanton thoughts
the pain of desire
can lay rested in the corpse of many tears
I have seen the makeshift emotion spread across your face
The falsity reeks and I can’t see you anymore.
Just hold my hand until i’m old, wise and childish
Because i’m saying goodbye to you my old friend
The path is clear, austere in direction,
I’ll make sure you can hold my hand
Until i have to let go, but i won’t want to
I promise you that.