for good

Who am I to judge? Any port in a storm And I can feel the push And port in a storm So, save a seat for me Cos I'm not giving up Do whatever it takes Any port in a storm Cos it's funny that when you die You die, for good I wish you wouldn't say Those things that make me cry That I've forgotten And when I look back on my life I'll scrape that barrel dry Say things that make me cry That I've forgotten That I've forgotten That I've forgotten That I've forgotten That I've forgotten Another shade of green And now I'm rising up What's that supposed to mean? That you're rising up? Cos it's funny that when you die You die, for good I wish you wouldn't say Those things that make me cry That I've forgotten And when I look back on my life I'll scrape that barrel dry Say things that make me cry That I've forgotten That I've forgotten That I've forgotten That I've forgotten That I've forgotten Cos it's funny that when you die You die, for good I wish you wouldn't say Those things that make me cry That I've forgotten And when I look back on my life I'll scrape that barrel dry Say things that make me cry That I've forgotten It's funny that when you die You die, for good I wish, I wish, you wouldn't say Those things that make me cry That I've forgotten And when I look back on my life I'll scrape that barrel dry Say things that make me cry That I've forgotten That I've forgotten That I've forgotten That I've forgotten That I've forgotten Oh, it's funny that when you die You die, for good I wish, I wish, you wouldn't say Those things that make me cry That I've forgotten And when I look back on my life I'll scrape that barrel dry Say things that make me cry That I've forgotten That I've forgotten That I've forgotten That I've forgotten That I've forgotten