and I tried to un derstand why
Your face got stuck inside my eye
Out of your house was a hundred heads high
No way it would ever fly high
You drew your final curtain
Our fate was always certain
but you still ran the race
Disappeared into the sun's haze
Unfinished hope in your hands
While your head's buried in the sand
but I don't think I'll miss you
Someone I'm pleased to say goodbye to
don't think I'll miss you
Do you like the taste of it on your face?
Your conscience hiding in
Unfinished hope in your hand
You're the one I bang my head on
On the board you scratch your nails on
and I don't think I'll miss you
don't think I'll miss you
Shut the door on your way out
You're the wall I bang my head on,
I'm the board you scratch your nails on
but I don't think I'll miss you
Someone I'm pleased to say goodbye to
but I don't think I'll miss you
Someone please do say goodbye to
Can the doll on your way out?