Bye Bye - Kath Bloom

How do we know what we’re looking for?

How can we tell what we’re searching for?

These are the days, how they fly

How do we learn how to say bye bye, bye bye?

How do you know what you’re teaching, hey?

How do I know what I’m teaching you?

Nobody knows where we go

Who’s gonna say I told you so, you so…

I will let sorrow wash over me

I will let your over me till…

These are the days, how they fly

Way over her head, though the birds fly by, bye bye…