Farewell old friend A season ends And your conscience lends All your lies at hand Because you're a star And you'll go far You stand in the flame Just to make a name You glance at the ceiling Buy another round Lonely, but for feeling I can hang around, yeah I can hang around, yeah The clock I know It takes time to fall As the fall I'll do If only for you And the chance to run Has left me spun Run around the core Of what I need you for The disaster And after all I need you to remind myself But it's my fault It's not my fault I can't hear the pain Well pause no more I've never prayed before, yeah Never prayed before You glance at the ceiling Buy another round Lonely but for feeling That I can hang around I can hang around