Apr 24, 2007 16:07
And now the party must be over
I guess we'll never understand
the sense of your leaving
was it the way it was planned?
And so we grace another table
and raise our glasses one more time
there's a face at the window
and I ain't never, never sayin' goodbye
One by one
only the Good die young
they're only flyin' to close to the sun
cryin' for nothing
cryin' for no-one
no-one but you <3