elevator music (psychedelic/indie) - part 2

A Bitter Goodbye
Words and Music by Rick and Leisa Goodman, ft. Carolina Pedrón on Vocals

Images of you I push away
But the memories you left 
They haunt me today
My heart rushed at our first hello
A burning kiss now bitter in my soul

Images of you so crystal clear
All the things I can see 
In the rear view mirror
They twist and turn in the depths of my soul
My heart bleeds and my spirit feels so cold

You rushed away on that soulless night
With betrayal in your eyes
The coldness of your heart it cries
A bitter goodbye

You rushed away on that soulless night
With betrayal in your eyes
The coldness of your heart it cries
A bitter goodbye

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LYRICS:

Naturally the Dying Man wonders to himself
Had his commentary been more lucid than anybody else?
And had he successfully beaten back the rising tide
Of idiots, dilettantes and fools
That were on his watch 
While he was alive
Lord, just a little more time

Oh, in no time at all this will be the distant past

So says the Dying Man once I’m in the box
Just think of all the overrated hacks running amok
And all of the pretentious, ignorant voices that will go unchecked
The homophobes, hipsters and one percent
The false feminists he’d managed to detect
Who will critique them once he’s left?

In no time at all this will be the distant past

What he’d give for one more day to rate and analyze
The world made in his image as of yet to realize
What a mess to leave behind 

Eventually the Dying Man takes his final breath
But first checks his newsfeed to see what he’s about to miss
It occurs to him a little late in the game
We leave as clueless as we came
From the rented heavens to the shadows in the cave
We’ll all be wrong one day

We’ll all be wrong someday

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