Tonight Has Finished Me Off Again I Can't Keep Up With Them I Never Hear Anything Anyway But Your Last Words Spoken Ringing In My Head Say Good-Bye Your Touch Bleeds No More These Days Are A Far Cry From Where We've Been So I'll Be Seeing You Today Is The First Day It's Looked Good From Up Here On My Own Island In The Sun Until Those Gray Lit Skies And Chorus Of Laughs All Come Back All Come Down On Me Nothing More Familiar Than Tomorrow's Disease Your Last Words Spoken Echoed In The Wind Say Good-Bye Your Touch Bleeds No More These Days Are A Far Cry From Where We've Been I'll Be Seeing You... Say Good-Bye Your Touch Bleeds No More These Days Are A Far Cry From Where We've Been I'll Be Seeing You... It All Comes Back All Comes Down On Me Nothing More Familiar Than Tomorrow And The Thought Of You.