Goodbye - The Sundays

I vow that it’s goodbye

I vow that it’s goodbye and God bless

Why did we have to assume

We’re exactly the same?

Oh no no, talking about yourself, self, self

I vow that it’s goodbye to the old ways

Those stories were a good read

They were dumb as well

I could never be seen

Falling down on my knees crawling

Oh no no, talk about a sell, sell, sell

Oh as the heavens shudder baby

I belong to you

Oh they said you get what you deserve

And all they said was true

So is this what it’s come to?

Am I cold or just a little bit warm?

Oh well

Just give me an easy life and a peaceful death