M.T. Bearington
In My Sleep (Goodbye)
I was sick but I was whole, then I died in my sleepYes in my mind, broke my soul, then I died in my sleepI knew you would come someday holding flowers for my graveYour hands looked old, your sleeves were holesI was younger and I was toldThat I'd dieOohWill you remember me?Will you remember me?Will you remember me?Will you remember me?Will you remember me?Will you remember me?I knew you would come to me holding flowers for my graveYour hands looked old, your sleeves were holesGoodbye, goodbyeGoodbye, goodbyeGoodbye, goodbyeGoodbye, goodbyeGoodbye, goodbye (Will you remember me?)Goodbye, goodbye (Will you remember me?)
From Letras Mania