The sense to see and I saw you walk away. The sense to feel and I feel lonely everyday. The sense to hear, for I heard you say, goodbye. The sense to taste, now I can taste the tears that I cry My
I'm so ashamed of my eyes. 'Cause they still cry for you. After they both watched my hand. Wave goodbye to you And I've told them time and time again. That this will never do. And I've told them.