The Good In Goodbye Paroles

He ain't coming to

For far have I wandered at last into your bughouse rules

Round and round, shoots and spires
Beyond the blast of an arc
We fed hard, we draw dark
Through the edge of fear
Lay down your winters
Lay down, cry faith
For once you’ve left as your father’s son, who blesses the dove-eyed fates?

We shinе as we all shine on
Shine as wе all shine
We shine as we all shine on
Shine as we all shine
We shine as we all shine on
Shine as we all shine

Straight on deceivers He’s into the common morgue

Shine as we all shine
We shine as we all shine on
Shine as we all shine
We shine as we all shine on
Shine as we all shine
We shine as we all shine on
Shine as we all shine