Taste of Goodbye

Who, who?
Who's  that army marching on me?

Who,  who?
Who's that amry marching on me?

The taste, the taste that's sweet
Get  on to it
The  bitterness
Soft no less

The  taste of goodbye

Who, who?
Who'd like to know?
Who, who?
Who's  that army marching on me?

People feel alone
And they both know
That darling dove
Feels no love

When you get home
You're stubborn and alone
And you feel so cold
Hot, wet and ready to forget it all!