Il grido.
i sent my goodbyes
i’m closing my eyes
these good things don’t stay
it’s time she’s going
she’s going away
keep your hands away
we were fine before you came
have your bones begun to ache
you’re running out of time
messing with my turf
this time you’ve gone too far
no more gentle touch
she’s blind to her bad luck
sleep with me tonight
one last time’s all right
cause good things don’t stay
it’s time
she’s going away
away
away
away
away
The van pelt