Tonight Has Finished Me Off Again 

I Can't Keep Up With Them 

I Never Hear Anything Anyway 

But Your Last Words Spoken 

Ringing In My Head 



Say Good-Bye 

Your Touch Bleeds No More 

These Days Are A Far Cry From Where We've Been

So I'll Be Seeing You 



Today Is The First Day 

It's Looked Good From Up Here 

On My Own Island In The Sun 

Until Those Gray Lit Skies And Chorus Of Laughs 

All Come Back 

All Come Down On Me 

Nothing More Familiar Than Tomorrow's Disease 

Your Last Words Spoken Echoed In The Wind 



Say Good-Bye 

Your Touch Bleeds No More 

These Days Are A Far Cry From Where We've Been 

I'll Be Seeing You... 

Say Good-Bye 

Your Touch Bleeds No More 

These Days Are A Far Cry From Where We've Been

I'll Be Seeing You... 

It All Comes Back 

All Comes Down On Me 

Nothing More Familiar Than Tomorrow 

And The Thought Of You.