Just a passing feeling I don't ever want to forget Just a planet spinning On the axis of the voice in my head Old things, they stay nearby And I find that I am rotting in the apple of your eye Old things, they stick around And I find myself enveloped in the sadness of the sounds of Goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, my old friend, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, my old friend, goodbye On a quiet evening I'm confronted by the Lady in Red All the while, I'm clinging To the moment of my innocence death Old things, they stay nearby And I find that I am rotting in the apple of your eye Old things, they stick around And I find myself enveloped in the sadness of the sounds of How long must I wait Until the outline of your face Recedes from every passing window? How long must I wait Until the ashes take their place In the passing breeze wherever it may go? Goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, my old friend, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, my old friend, goodbye (Goodbye, goodbye) (Goodbye, goodbye) (Goodbye) (Goodbye, goodbye, bye) (Goodbye, goodbye) (Goodbye, goodbye)