Bye-Bye Darling
BØRNS Lyrics

Goodbye to the paperback age
Farewell to the time when books were made of paper and one could flip, crease and even fall asleep with them.

I'll miss your touch
I'll miss the sensation of holding onto, and feeling the texture of paper books.

To flip you, crease you, lay underneath you, fall asleep to
To the experience of folding pages, feeling the roughness of its creases, laying beneath the book while falling asleep.

Bye-bye darling I'll miss you so much
A fond farewell to a time that has passed us by, and a sentiment of missing it so dearly.

Goodbye to the telephone age
An end to the age of voice communication through telephones.

I'll miss your voice
Saying goodbye to the pleasant sound of the voice while talking on a telephone.

To listen to, laugh to, talk in the bath to
To the experience of listening to stories, laughing, and talking, even in the coziness of a bath.

Bye-bye darling we don't have a choice
A sense of helplessness that arises from the understated reality of technological advancement.

We had a run good run darling don't you cry
The acknowledgement of the good times spent together and the reassurance that everything will eventually work out.

I know in the end it's gonna be just fine
A firm belief in the course of life and all that can happen to individuals even when things change.

Bye-bye darling
Saying goodbye to what was before, and the memories of the past.

Goodbye to the accident age
A time when chances and opportunities to stumble across someone remained high, and the act of meeting and connecting was more random.

I'll miss the chance
Saying farewell to the opportunity of meeting someone in unexpected ways without the aid of technology.

To meet you on the street, sweep you off your feet, you know
The chance of meeting someone on a whim; charming, getting close, and falling in love instantly.

Bye-bye darling, goodbye in advance
Knowing that the present will soon be memories of the distant past.

In the end it all feels like a dream
Everything that we experience with time appears fleeting.

Someday we'll find out what it means
A glimmer of hope in the belief that someday we will come to know what it all means.

Goodbye
The final farewell to a time of past memories.

And every time I think of you I'm so glad
The feeling of happiness when recalling bittersweet memories of the past.

What we had they'll never know
The thought that no matter how hard one tries to explain the feeling of holding onto something dear, it will never be properly understood.

Every summer night we stayed up late
Nostalgia of staying up all night with someone during the summer season.

Blowing smoke into figure eights
The feeling of romance; creating cigarette smoke into symbolic figures while joyfully reminiscing love and life.