Vārdi: Vines (The). Future Primitive. Goodbye.

Ooh living now without you is cold and grey
Ooh how i wanna touch you and see your face
But now it's over for you and I
Into the end goodbye
Ooh Waking in the morning I look outside
Memories coming back to hold me then make me cry
Cos now it's over for you and I
Into the end goodbye