| Song | So Long, My Love |
| Artist | Lyriel |
| Album | Paranoid Circus |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| And the night that you left me | |
| Was the dawn of a warm, wonderful summer day | |
| Promised roses and sunshine | |
| Washing anger and heartaches away | |
| So I opened the door, let the sun – in his grace - | |
| Clear the dust all around | |
| And in shimmery light I could see | |
| All the trash and the waste on the ground | |
| The picture of us | |
| Fell off the wall when you bashed the door | |
| I changed the glass | |
| Hung it up once more | |
| I remember a time | |
| When a kiss could heal the world’s disdain | |
| I'll miss the bliss we had, I'll miss the pain | |
| So long, my love | |
| So long, my love | |
| The porcelain vase you broke in a fight | |
| I found every shard and I fixed it quite right | |
| Then I saw the windows | |
| Misty with spite that I threw | |
| All the years, now and then | |
| Over things I don't even know | |
| And I see I was wrong | |
| And I’m willing to gather those tears | |
| That I cried and I wash the dead panes | |
| Till again they are bright | |
| So you see I am sorry and it wasn't all right | |
| A last twist with the broom, crossways the room | |
| Then I looked at my work and here's what I saw | |
| It's the room that we shared | |
| For so long; all the good, all the bad time's in here | |
| Though you left with half of it | |
| There is still enough memory to bear | |
| But I burnished and furnished | |
| Mend what was broken, repaired furniture | |
| I arranged everything perfectly | |
| My last gift to the treasure we are | |
| It's the key with your name | |
| I wear on a string by my heart | |
| When I know it is there | |
| We're not so far apart | |
| I remember a time | |
| When a kiss could heal the world’s disdain | |
| I'll miss the bliss we had, I'll miss the pain | |
| So long, my love | |
| It's the key with your name | |
| I wear on a string by my heart | |
| When I know it is there | |
| We're not so far apart. | |
| I have to leave, lock the room for it was not meant to be | |
| But I hope one day you'll visit it with me | |
| So long, my love |
| And the night that you left me | |
| Was the dawn of a warm, wonderful summer day | |
| Promised roses and sunshine | |
| Washing anger and heartaches away | |
| So I opened the door, let the sun in his grace | |
| Clear the dust all around | |
| And in shimmery light I could see | |
| All the trash and the waste on the ground | |
| The picture of us | |
| Fell off the wall when you bashed the door | |
| I changed the glass | |
| Hung it up once more | |
| I remember a time | |
| When a kiss could heal the world' s disdain | |
| I' ll miss the bliss we had, I' ll miss the pain | |
| So long, my love | |
| So long, my love | |
| The porcelain vase you broke in a fight | |
| I found every shard and I fixed it quite right | |
| Then I saw the windows | |
| Misty with spite that I threw | |
| All the years, now and then | |
| Over things I don' t even know | |
| And I see I was wrong | |
| And I' m willing to gather those tears | |
| That I cried and I wash the dead panes | |
| Till again they are bright | |
| So you see I am sorry and it wasn' t all right | |
| A last twist with the broom, crossways the room | |
| Then I looked at my work and here' s what I saw | |
| It' s the room that we shared | |
| For so long all the good, all the bad time' s in here | |
| Though you left with half of it | |
| There is still enough memory to bear | |
| But I burnished and furnished | |
| Mend what was broken, repaired furniture | |
| I arranged everything perfectly | |
| My last gift to the treasure we are | |
| It' s the key with your name | |
| I wear on a string by my heart | |
| When I know it is there | |
| We' re not so far apart | |
| I remember a time | |
| When a kiss could heal the world' s disdain | |
| I' ll miss the bliss we had, I' ll miss the pain | |
| So long, my love | |
| It' s the key with your name | |
| I wear on a string by my heart | |
| When I know it is there | |
| We' re not so far apart. | |
| I have to leave, lock the room for it was not meant to be | |
| But I hope one day you' ll visit it with me | |
| So long, my love |
| And the night that you left me | |
| Was the dawn of a warm, wonderful summer day | |
| Promised roses and sunshine | |
| Washing anger and heartaches away | |
| So I opened the door, let the sun in his grace | |
| Clear the dust all around | |
| And in shimmery light I could see | |
| All the trash and the waste on the ground | |
| The picture of us | |
| Fell off the wall when you bashed the door | |
| I changed the glass | |
| Hung it up once more | |
| I remember a time | |
| When a kiss could heal the world' s disdain | |
| I' ll miss the bliss we had, I' ll miss the pain | |
| So long, my love | |
| So long, my love | |
| The porcelain vase you broke in a fight | |
| I found every shard and I fixed it quite right | |
| Then I saw the windows | |
| Misty with spite that I threw | |
| All the years, now and then | |
| Over things I don' t even know | |
| And I see I was wrong | |
| And I' m willing to gather those tears | |
| That I cried and I wash the dead panes | |
| Till again they are bright | |
| So you see I am sorry and it wasn' t all right | |
| A last twist with the broom, crossways the room | |
| Then I looked at my work and here' s what I saw | |
| It' s the room that we shared | |
| For so long all the good, all the bad time' s in here | |
| Though you left with half of it | |
| There is still enough memory to bear | |
| But I burnished and furnished | |
| Mend what was broken, repaired furniture | |
| I arranged everything perfectly | |
| My last gift to the treasure we are | |
| It' s the key with your name | |
| I wear on a string by my heart | |
| When I know it is there | |
| We' re not so far apart | |
| I remember a time | |
| When a kiss could heal the world' s disdain | |
| I' ll miss the bliss we had, I' ll miss the pain | |
| So long, my love | |
| It' s the key with your name | |
| I wear on a string by my heart | |
| When I know it is there | |
| We' re not so far apart. | |
| I have to leave, lock the room for it was not meant to be | |
| But I hope one day you' ll visit it with me | |
| So long, my love |