whose wings have I got?
what spell has been cast?
slowly we turn with the world on its string.
who’s sorry now?

she called me love
and wonders where the love has gone.
only words fly so fast and far away
on the wings of their god.

so goodnight,
i’ll be alright
though bound to play your silly games
of words, love and lies.
goodnight –
yes, everything’s fine.
you can say anything,
don’t say goodbye.

she saw me lost
and walked on by without a thought
it’s over now …
‘withered in my faults.

goodnight.

©2010 Pale Yellow Music/ASCAP