Goodbye, old friend, to a point underneath the skin The strong and gentle fade, the lights on Broadway dim We know no peacefulness We know no peacefulness Farewell, red light, the darkness always lasts the night Later on, in the morning you kept us wondering We see no accident We see no accident Angel of the cosmos, turn your heart, tell me ? of your infinity I'll climb inside your footsteps and sleep beneath your seat Goodbye, old friend, I read it, I read it: sixty-five bags of h**n' A man in the ? sighing his work is at an end We feel no bitterness We feel no bitterness Angel of the cosmos, turn your heart, tell me ? of your infinity I'll climb inside your footsteps and sleep beneath your seat Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility Rid my heart of all that resist tranquility