"And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye"
Poets of the fall - Late goodbye
If this is our last goodbye
how would you remember me?
Would you remember me at all?
In a month or two, will you recall?
If this is our last goodbye,
should I remember you?
Did you deserve remembrance,
or did you fight to find oblivion of all?
As life goes by and our world crumbles down
will you come back to my tear-filled eyes before the lights go out?
will I see your face in my sleep before my body runs out of breath
as your world turns left and mine turns right?
Will our ashes meet at the bottom of the ocean,
will our souls fly out - meeting in the clouds up high?
Will our lips, reborn on others, meet into another life,
and will all, we didn't tell each other, be spoken out to relieve the faith of another?
