pacing up and down between the walls that we have built ourselves.
No more with the long goodbye, I can't stand another tear;
I won't wait for the bell to toll - straight on for the days ahead,
straight on for the days ahead . . .
You act as drowning, letting go the fingers one by one.
Come on, there's life beyond the tomb that we have built ourselves;
no more with the long goodbye . . .
We don't even dare to look each other in the eyes,
or say whatever's on our minds . . .
These crushing moments show the kind of people we've become,
seal betrayal with a kiss - and let it all be over, finished, done . . .
It feels so good to kill the thing that stood between the truth and I
Make it fast and make it clean and let the blood run down
No more with the long goodbye . . .
