| Song | Goodbye Letters |
| Artist | Terra Naomi |
| Album | Virtually |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Feels like clouds today | |
| The sky is gray | |
| The sun been hiding for a while | |
| People walk by the window of his car | |
| Look in, lock eyes | |
| Betray their thoughts with a smile | |
| ‘Cause you know your gaze is cold and distant | |
| Your stare could chill in an instant | |
| This January air | |
| But why refuse an old friend’s offer | |
| For a warm ride in a car | |
| From here to there | |
| He’s inside in a store up the street and you wait in the car with too much time to think | |
| Your brain is playing movies of past, present, and future, | |
| You made up your mind, you know what you need to do here | |
| Aching for freedom and peace you chose your path | |
| Crafting the life you someday hoped would come together as a work of art | |
| Now it remains | |
| Unfinished abstract images | |
| On bits of canvas | |
| Scattered round your heart | |
| You had some laughs while they lasted | |
| Some joy before you cast it down | |
| Fleeting moments, like bubbles that float through the air | |
| Then pop when they hit the ground | |
| And now you’re tired of bubbles and dreams | |
| And magical moments that burst at the seams | |
| And old faces that swear you remain friends | |
| All the while knowing no one really knows you in the end | |
| And now you’re writing goodbye letters | |
| On the armrest of the backseat of a stranger’s car, | |
| You’re writing goodbye letters on the armrest of the backseat of a stranger’s car | |
| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye… |
| Feels like clouds today | |
| The sky is gray | |
| The sun been hiding for a while | |
| People walk by the window of his car | |
| Look in, lock eyes | |
| Betray their thoughts with a smile | |
| ' Cause you know your gaze is cold and distant | |
| Your stare could chill in an instant | |
| This January air | |
| But why refuse an old friend' s offer | |
| For a warm ride in a car | |
| From here to there | |
| He' s inside in a store up the street and you wait in the car with too much time to think | |
| Your brain is playing movies of past, present, and future, | |
| You made up your mind, you know what you need to do here | |
| Aching for freedom and peace you chose your path | |
| Crafting the life you someday hoped would come together as a work of art | |
| Now it remains | |
| Unfinished abstract images | |
| On bits of canvas | |
| Scattered round your heart | |
| You had some laughs while they lasted | |
| Some joy before you cast it down | |
| Fleeting moments, like bubbles that float through the air | |
| Then pop when they hit the ground | |
| And now you' re tired of bubbles and dreams | |
| And magical moments that burst at the seams | |
| And old faces that swear you remain friends | |
| All the while knowing no one really knows you in the end | |
| And now you' re writing goodbye letters | |
| On the armrest of the backseat of a stranger' s car, | |
| You' re writing goodbye letters on the armrest of the backseat of a stranger' s car | |
| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |
| Feels like clouds today | |
| The sky is gray | |
| The sun been hiding for a while | |
| People walk by the window of his car | |
| Look in, lock eyes | |
| Betray their thoughts with a smile | |
| ' Cause you know your gaze is cold and distant | |
| Your stare could chill in an instant | |
| This January air | |
| But why refuse an old friend' s offer | |
| For a warm ride in a car | |
| From here to there | |
| He' s inside in a store up the street and you wait in the car with too much time to think | |
| Your brain is playing movies of past, present, and future, | |
| You made up your mind, you know what you need to do here | |
| Aching for freedom and peace you chose your path | |
| Crafting the life you someday hoped would come together as a work of art | |
| Now it remains | |
| Unfinished abstract images | |
| On bits of canvas | |
| Scattered round your heart | |
| You had some laughs while they lasted | |
| Some joy before you cast it down | |
| Fleeting moments, like bubbles that float through the air | |
| Then pop when they hit the ground | |
| And now you' re tired of bubbles and dreams | |
| And magical moments that burst at the seams | |
| And old faces that swear you remain friends | |
| All the while knowing no one really knows you in the end | |
| And now you' re writing goodbye letters | |
| On the armrest of the backseat of a stranger' s car, | |
| You' re writing goodbye letters on the armrest of the backseat of a stranger' s car | |
| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |