Well I wish I could think of some cliche to mouth
To make our parting seem less sad
But if I told you lies or promised you the moon
The [bad word] [bad word] trickling from my eyes
 [bad word] honey run, and hide in the wind
And never stop to look inside your mind

Well I wish I could wash all my weeping blues away
And watch them disappear on morning tide
Oh, but I seek after sword, after sounds of the sea
charm forever round my mind

And I wish I could fly like a bat from a cave
Through the darkness of my ignorance to light
I'd forever live on the echoes of our love
And die like some star burning bright