Requiem

On a bench with a tree, but alone
Watching birds eating trash out of trash bins
Singing him songs of life
He'd rather die

The sun is almost gone
Don't want to go home
Home had left with her
He'd rather sleep there

If I only could, I would kiss you alive
If I only could, I would kiss you goodbye
Goodbye

The bottle is empty again
He read the newspaper sixty-three times
He really needs a shower
But he stays there instead

If I only could, I would kiss you alive
If I only could, I would kiss you goodbye
Goodbye

If I only could, I would kiss you alive
If I only could, I would kiss you goodbye
Goodbye
I would kiss you goodbye
Goodbye
I would kiss you goodbye
Goodbye

On a bench with a tree, but alone
Watching birds eating trash out of trash bins
Singing him songs of life