The symphony is dead
Strangled with their hands around my neck
When my eyes turn red
I take the blame 'cause | have found your
Beauty is divine
Giving up on the future I won't
Lay it on the line

See you next time
Don't say goodbye

You'd better act this way
Keep your head down
Fold your hands and pray
An artless role to play
| Pull the trigger, so don't forget your
Beauty is divine
Giving up on the future | won't
Lay it on the line
See you next time

Don't say good
Don't say good
Don't say goodbye