Goodbye It's 1987

Goodbye It's 1987 - Microdisney

The phone is ringing the kettles singing

This humid heaven is west eleven

The airless silence june 87

The grey bed next to the wall holds them

Tense but still asleep dreaming

They only wanted to want each other

But that can never ever happen

All the luck in the world won't save you

You're not broke anymore you trod on their hands

So sleep on and on

Goodbye and goodbye

Goodbye and goodbye

I found a bullet with your name on it

I ran and hid it you didn't see it

Tanks rolled through the peaceful streets

And smiling hippies held guns and grenades

Goodbye and goodbye

Goodbye and goodbye

Let's tax the wages of sin

And in his dreaming he rolls with strangers

As she looks on smiling faintly

Time stands still for a while

They still slide

Soon when they awake

They'll she sweat and tears in acts of love which say

Goodbye and goodbye

Goodbye and goodbye

Goodbye and goodbye

Goodbye and goodbye