Lyrics

My life is an endless succession
Of people saying goodbye
My life is an endless succession
Of people saying goodbye

And what’s left for me? What’s left for me?
At one time, the future, it stretched out before me
But now it stretches behind me

And all of the best things in life are behind glass
Money, jewellery and flesh
And what’s left for me? What’s left for me?

Posted by admin on April 30th, 2008 in Morrissey