every time we say goodbye

every time we say goodbye i die a little

every time gods above me who must be in the know

think so little of me

they allow you to go

and 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 finer but how strange the change from major to minor

every time we say goodbye

why the gods above me who must be in the know

think so little of me

they allow you to go

and 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 finer but how strange the change from major to minor

every time we say goodbye

every time we say goodbye

every time we say goodbye

every time we say goodbye