A Slow Hand Waving Goodbye
Plutarchos Sotiropoulos, Pluto Sotiropoulos
Saw my friend laying down outside the tobacconist
Lights one up turns around smokes lifts from his lips
Just a bright star with no future he knows he cannot keep
So he lies on the bitumen watch cars passing in the street
How do they know that he won't get better
I really hope that he does get better
Late last night I had a dream that you were sleeping next to me
Felt so real I can't believe that you weren't sleeping next to me
Just a dreamer who is dreaming a world he cannot keep
So I lie back in my bed and hope you are at ease
How do they know that he won't get better
I really hope that he does get better
A slow hand waving goodbye
A slow hand waving goodbye
A slow hand waving goodbye