Saying goodbye, saying goodbye to you
Saying goodbye, saying goodbye to you
Its hand is true, and you know it'll be back soon
'cos it's hard to do, without you

Saying goodbye, final goodbyes to do
Swapping numbers, getting our fires from the room

And it's all put away, deep in a place where I keep it safe
With the spit, and the fire and rage; there for you

I just can't dance, without you
And I can't see it's you

Saying goodbye, another goodbye to do
It's your post-mortem; to the autumn: adieu
And I know there will be days, that I will stare at the door to my cage
And I will dream I can fly away, back to you

I just can't dance without you
And I can't sing in tune