It’s the best when it burns brightly
like an arsonist of wooden bridges
It’s the murdering of moments nightly
as a moth to a flame inherits its own blame
because a cord cutter cuts
and a pain monger guts
a life just to feel
the good bye high
the good bye high
so lo and behold
a rainbow bridge and rumors I am told
of a brilliant pleasure
from an empty pot of gold
like a glorious treasure
of words that I am sold
but, nothing takes my heart like hurt
when we beat a rainbow into black and white
when we see that pain shows wrong is right
so I’m looking for hello in
the good bye high
I’m going to say hello to
the good bye high
the good bye bye