When ever i hear goodbyes (next time i'll be true, yea) i'll be true, i'll be true)
(next time i'll be true, yea) Whispers in the powder rooms (she cries on every tune,
and the music don't feel like it did Nothing that i do or feel ever feels like i felt it with you
now i can scream of sanity but it wont bring back no memory my music seems like a distant friend to me and my music is how you'll remember me
telling me don't cry again maybe one day we'll try again one day you might be mine again but until that day bye-bye my friend
tears of a clown running down your face dancing feet on, that's your place it's where you belong your style and grace cause now im gone without a trace
(she cries on every tune) (she cries on every tune,
Whispers in the powder rooms (she cries on every tune,
Oh the music don't feel like it did when i felt it with you nothing that i do or feel ever feels like i felt it with you
Oh the music don't feel like it did when i felt it with you nothing that i do or feel ever feels like i felt it with you