You lit a match
Recited a line
From a poem of mine
Like that would land
A favorable kiss
But I let go your hand
Street lights spill in
The cab as we ride
Through South Norwood and Woodside

Malachi, goodbye
There's nothing happening, goodbye

You call to me
I cannot be named
I'm never the same
From birth, you see
I rise and I fall
I hem and I haw
In life, in time
You best look alive
You wouldn't know how
To abide with me

Malachi, goodbye
Malachi, goodbye
There's nothing happening, goodbye

I doubt that our conversations stay with me too long
You can go back to your family
I can be alone

I wish you wеll
If I bear in mind
To wish anything
Your way, it's late
I'll miss my bus home
This may bе the end, but wait

Malachi, goodbye
Malachi, goodbye
There's nothing happening, nothing happening
Nothing happening, goodbye