the Litebrite's now black & white
'cos you took apart a picture
Pitch burning on a shining sheet
the only maker that you'd wanna meet
the dying man in a living room
his shadow paces the floor
he'll take you out in the
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
a fond farewell to a friend
he said really I just wanna dance
good and evil match perfect,
and I can deal with some psychic pain
if it'll slow down my higher brain
veins full of disappearing ink
disconnecting from the missing link
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
a fond farewell to a friend
and taking up with the enemy
the cold comfort of the in- between
a little less than a human being
a little less than a happy heart
a little less than a suicide
the only things that you really tried
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
a fond farewell to a friend
