Proxima Goodbye My Love
The time is flying and
I guess it’s time to say
“hello
We have grown …” (up)
Anger is magnified
Both of us know it’s time
To go
We have grown … (colder)
Goodbye my love
Goodbye love goodbye
Remains in our hands :
{three kids} the crystal of
Our love
We have grown … (older)
And on the Mary go round
Those kids one day may say
“Hello
We have grown” … (up)
So goodbye my love
Goodbye love goodbye
Hello Goodbye hello goodbye ...
