My life is an endless succession Of people saying goodbye My life is an endless succession Of people saying goodbye And what's left for me? What's left for me? At one time, the future, it stretched out before me But now it stretches behind me And all of the best things in life are behind glass Money, jewellery and flesh And what's left for me? What's left for me?
My life is an endless succession Of people saying goodbye My life is an endless succession Of people saying goodbye And what's left for me? What's left for me? At one time, the future, it stretched out before me But now it stretches behind me And all of the best things in life are behind glass Money, jewellery and flesh And what's left for me? What's left for me?
