Laugh tracks made of tin As if I'm televised Figure on four strings And my puppeteers a fool I'm burning cigarettes The scent stuck to my clothes I washed it but it wont go At least when you do... I Won't have to Say goodbye Maybe Not in this lifetime My Bonnie I'll see you On the other side The other side Until then I cry Dark chocolate cherries Is the taste of you Early afternoon Under the roses and the vines I don't allow myself To sit in grief But here I am I'm laying down And I'm soaking wet With the feeling I don't wanna I don't wanna No No No No No Say Goodbye My Bonnie My Bonnie I'll see you On the other side On the other side Yeah Until then... I cry