The Notwist

 

"Goodbye,” I said to my conscience

"Goodbye for aye and aye,"

And I put her hands off harshly,

And turned my face away;

And conscience smitten sorely

Returned not from that day.

But a time came when my spirit

Grew weary of its pace;

And I cried: 
“Come back, my conscience;

I long to see thy face.”

But conscience cried: 
“I cannot;

Remorse sits in my place”.