Paul Bergmann Goodbye Lyrics

There is no time left to sing
Failure and success the same
Your thoughts and dreams wouldn't know
If you were a mountain or a crow

The death of liking company
The things we've been or couldn't be
And falling further down the hole
There's not a lot left to unfold

Giving time and taking love
Fearing that we may be loved
For what we perceive to not
Be the true form of ourselves

Feel the stillness of the storm Keep that heart that you have grown
Take these hands into your home
Let me in and close the door

And your hair is growing long
It's how I like it you seem strong
But in the fire you look old
Like a wise man growing old

So it's goodbye to the bottle
I never thought that this would end
I guess I'll always think and wonder
If I've truly lost a friend