Every time we say goodbye, I die a little
Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little
While clouds above me who must be in the know
Think so little of me, they allow you to go
When you're near there's such an air of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it
There's no love song final but how strange to change
From major to minor, every time we say goodbye
While clouds above me who must be in the know
Think so little of me they allow you to go
When you're near there's such an air of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it
There's no love song final but how strange to change
From major to minor every time we say goodbye
Every single time we say goodbye
