Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little  
Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little  
Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know  
Think so little of me, they allow you to go
 
When you’re near, there’s such an air of spring about it  
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it  
There’s no love song finer  
But how strange the change from major to minor
 
Everytime we say goodbye
 
When you’re near, there’s such an air of spring about it  
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it  
There’s no love song finer  
But how strange the change from major to minor
 
Everytime we say goodbye  
This reminds me so much of this