This time it isn't "au revoir"
This time it isn't "au revoir"'Cause things are simply what they areNothing more and nothing lessThan the start of loneliness
We tried it all in our own wayBut we don't mean the words we sayIt's so hard to be unfairThen again, we really care
Didn't we?...
Why? I guess we'll never really knowBut if we must, we'll simply goOur separate ways to who knows where
Why, why must there always be a timeWhen dreams are left to die behindAs if it didn't matter now?
This time it isn't "au revoir"And things are only what they areNothing more and nothing lessThan the end of tenderness
Why? I guess we'll never really knowBut if we must, we'll simply goOur separate ways to who knows whereWhy, why must there always be a timeWhen dreams are left to die behind?
This time it isn't "au revoir"