He's tired of the open doors that he can't walk through without you
He's looking for a helping hand, but amongst your plan, lies no space for a man
Hoping for a little brush, from the fire that's within your touch
The pretty get prettier, but the prettiest, well the prettiest, yeah that's you

Now here's something that I heard, that he's gonna die before he lives
So promise not to say a word, 'til he finishes what he won't premiere
A faker and a lying child, just so he can stay awhile
Sit around and watch the world go by

Goodbye

(good)bye

Léon Bounds