100 goodbye kisses, and each one outsweets the last.
A bundle of contrived farewells ride down rehearsed tear banks,
A thousand pretty words condensed into a shortened solemn speech.
Words which sounded so rational at conception,
In front of you are now impossible to repeat.
100 goodbye kisses, when I only want to start again.
For a flame is impossible to retire, when it’s hardly begun to dim.
100 goodbye kisses, and each one I swear to you is the last
But then you know I’ll miss you again, and that goodbye too shall pass….