GOODBYE

It's funny how the flowers sway well in the wind.
Close the door,
and let the weather in,
I won't think about those flowers,
or let them in again.
We said goodbye,
or au revoir,
Or whatever it was,
of anything.

It's funny how the girls all came to you,
Close the door,
and let the weather win.
I won't think about those girls.
Or let the rainclouds in.
We say goodbye,
or au revoir,
Or whatever it was,
of anything.