I remember when we said goodbye,

i didn't know it would be the last time i'd see you alive,

i never had your fear of death,

but a certain fear of what i don't expect

And i do see what's in front of me,

now i ask myself the same old things,

what could i have done?

what could i have said?

before i read in the paper that you were dead

You never liked the things i had to say,

now every ideology has melted away,

as i sing this song again and again and again,

all of the meaning has jumped to its end

And i do see what's in front of me,

and i ask myself the same old things,

what could i have done?

what could i have said?

before i read in the paper that you were dead

There are skeletons in the closet,

and there are roaches in the kitchen sink,

and i can't go back to that house,

there are too many memories there left for me

And i do see what was in front of me,

and i ask myself the same old things,

what could i have done?

what could i have said?

before i read in the paper that you were dead,

you were dead