Moving boxes
They’re still waiting
When all she knows is
Childhood memories
Late eighties
Patrick Swayze
How to keep these
Now he’s dead
Could our time have been any less well spent

So you’re leaving
Leaving
Breathing the last
Baby’s teething
They grow up so fast
Can you believe in
First love marks the laughter
The applause
Open, closed, revolving doors
It was written in the stars
Goodbye
How many ways can you say it’s no lie
Can you say
What you never said
Does your toothbrush have a friend
Or does it end like this
In parenthesis
With this impossible longing
What’s wrong in my soul
Is why I stall when we talk
You know, about stuff
Way too much
All the stuff that matters
Gets lost
Nothing sadder
Than the way we talk
All through life
All these lives
Are you good at goodbyes
Are you good at goodbyes

All you lovers keep your powder dry
Can you say
I’m going to miss you
Dismiss you
There’s this abyss you fall
In too deep
Sleep
History’s its own disease
Hard to breathe
Conceive
Cities of endless sorrow
Grieve figure eights
It’s too lates
Is why we borrow
When tomorrow she flies
From one city to the next
Make-up and special effects
Can’t hide
You’re no good at goodbyes
You’re no good at goodbyes

All you lovers and laughter
Happy ever after
Still searching
Still searching in the dances
Stances
Sweeping shot
Romance these boys
From their lows
All for shows
And who knows
How many dear Septembers
Original cast members
Remember their lines
What is it they want you to do this time
And will you mean it
Did you dream it
Now you’ve seen it
All or nothing
Asleep in a coffin
I used to come here often
Coughing up blood
Now the vacuum’s sucking up
What vacuums shouldn’t suck
To erase the traces
Of those little-known faces
I was always wasted
Change places
Hold hands
Old hands escape the axe
Until the third act
When no pact with fate
Can escape
We are what we are
And we are moving away
On these shifting plates
How it ached
All the days
We never changed
Strange inventions
Best intentions
Best not mention the things we do we don’t believe in
To please him
Perceiving thoughts to the source
One of those
Of course
We all live in a port
Some seek and some sought
And I always knew we’d grow apart
When all she knows is
A week here, a week there
There there
We’ll find a place for you somewhere
In the gaps between clouds
Open mouths
And the treasure underground
You won’t be found
’Til the last day of existence
Discovering resistance in the ties
Are you good at goodbyes
Are you good at goodbyes

All you lovers and laughter
Happy ever after
Averting disaster
Still searching