Every time
we say goodbye
I die a little
Every time
we say goodbye
I wonder why a little
Why the Gods 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
waiting to sing about it
There's no love song finer
but how strange
the change
from major to minor
Every time
we say goodbye
When you're near
there's such an air
of spring about it
I can hear
a lark somewhere
waiting to sing about it
There's no love song finer
but how strange
the change
from major to minor
Every time
we say goodbye