Holed up in your little room, we talk for hour on empty hour,
pacing up and down between the walls that we have built ourselves.
No more with the long goodbye, I can't stand another tear;
I won't wait for the bell to toll - straight on for the days ahead,
stɾaight on [C7]for [Dm7]the days ahead . . .
You act as drowning, letting go the fingers one by one.
Come on, there's life beyond the tomb that we have built ourselves;
no more with the long [Am]goodbye . . .
We don't even dare to [C7]look each other in the eyes,
or say whatever's on [C7]our minds . . .
These crushing moments show the kind of people we've become,
seal betɾayal with a kiss - and [Bm]let it all [Em]be [Am]over, finished, done . . .
It feels so good to [C7]kill the thing that stood between the tɾuth and [Bm]I
Make it fast and [Bm]make it clean and [Bm]let the blood ɾun down
No more with the long [Am]goodbye . . .
