Make no mistake It's climbing up the staircase Facing backwards, but I won't turn around No, don't turn, turn around No, I can't explain I don't recognize its face When I'm hiding all alone with the lights out It's hitting rocks off my glasshouse
This is the strangest of goodbyes This is the strangest of goodbyes
I stretch out my hand To feel this world again But your memory pulls me on its string Keeps everything just out of reach This is something I can't explain No, I don't recognize my own face So I hide all alone with the lights out And scream inside this glasshouse
This is the strangest of goodbyes This is the strangest of goodbyes Goodbyes, goodbyes
Have you caught its attention? Hold each other's gaze just for a moment Let your fear of pain a smile take Goodbye, sunshine I cut the string I cut the string
This is the strangest of goodbyes This is the strangest of goodbyes This is so strange This is the strangest of goodbyes Goodbyes, goodbyes
Compositores: Lia Ann Metcalfe (Lia Metcalfe) (PRS), Paul CrillyEditor: Domino Publishing Company Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #44833431 em 23/Jul/2024 com dados da UBEM