Now that I am an old brown leaf,
And you're the root of our family tree,
Looking into my eyes, what do you see?
'Cause all I see are vague memories.
Now, all the doors in my mind gently close,
You'll witness what you detest most.
I’m waiting here for the sun to fade,
My time moves backwards while you remain.
Every day, a new goodbye,
A new day, a new goodbye,
A new day,
Goodbye.
Now that I disappear in my own dreams
Do you still catch my eyes' gleam?
Are you for real or an object I do
Not see the difference do you?
Every day, a new goodbye,
A new day, a new goodbye,
A new day,
Good…..
Written by Sander Carree
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