Goodbye, my friend, goodbye My love, you are in my heart. It was preordained we should part And be reunited by and by. Goodbye: no handshake to endure. Let's have no sadness - furrowed brow. There's nothing new in dying now Though living is no newer.
Over the past few years i've found myself becoming more and more numb and generally void of emotions and feelings that normal people should feel, but god damn every time I listen to the live at sin-e version of Jeff Buckleys Lover You Should Have Come Over I feel something deep inside that I can't explain.