Gone Gone Gone
Well, the wind was low, our hands so close, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
And you always hope it won't be love, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
When you're sensing all the chemicals, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
And you never know what hurts the most, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Now your hands are cold, straight to the bone, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
And it's terrible how it unfolds, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Little moments only I'd recall, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
And the sudden loss of self-control, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Why don't you call me lately?
How could you ever hate me?
And I'd tear myself in two
For you to see the things you do
And on this morning, I will wait
To catch a glimpse of you someday
And in the darkness, we will take
We will take off all our clothes
And in the morning we won't be
Anything you coulda dreamed
Disappears without a trace
And it's gone, gone, gone, gone
And I wanted you to understand all I couldn't say
Not an easy way to comprehend my thoughts anyway
And you sell my soul, my love for you won't disintegrate
And if all your love won't wait for me, uh-huh, let it fade
Why don't you call me lately?
How could you ever hate me?
And I'd tear myself in two
For you to see the things you do
And on this morning, I will wait
To catch a glimpse of you someday
And in the darkness, we will take
We will take off all our clothes
And in the morning we won't be
Anything you coulda dreamed
Disappears without a trace
And it's gone, gone, gone, gone
And your heart, it beats itself to death
And yes, I guess it got to me
Your heart, it beats itself to death
And yes, I guess it got to me
Your heart, it beats itself to death
And yes, I guess it got to me
Your heart, it beats itself to death
And yes, I guess it got to me
Your heart, it beats itself to death
And yes, I guess it got to me
Your heart, it beats itself to death
And yes, I guess it got to me
Your heart, it beats itself to death
And yes, I guess it got to me
Your heart, it beats itself to death
And yes, I guess it got to me
And you always hope it won't be love, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
When you're sensing all the chemicals, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
And you never know what hurts the most, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Now your hands are cold, straight to the bone, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
And it's terrible how it unfolds, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Little moments only I'd recall, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
And the sudden loss of self-control, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Why don't you call me lately?
How could you ever hate me?
And I'd tear myself in two
For you to see the things you do
And on this morning, I will wait
To catch a glimpse of you someday
And in the darkness, we will take
We will take off all our clothes
And in the morning we won't be
Anything you coulda dreamed
Disappears without a trace
And it's gone, gone, gone, gone
And I wanted you to understand all I couldn't say
Not an easy way to comprehend my thoughts anyway
And you sell my soul, my love for you won't disintegrate
And if all your love won't wait for me, uh-huh, let it fade
Why don't you call me lately?
How could you ever hate me?
And I'd tear myself in two
For you to see the things you do
And on this morning, I will wait
To catch a glimpse of you someday
And in the darkness, we will take
We will take off all our clothes
And in the morning we won't be
Anything you coulda dreamed
Disappears without a trace
And it's gone, gone, gone, gone
And your heart, it beats itself to death
And yes, I guess it got to me
Your heart, it beats itself to death
And yes, I guess it got to me
Your heart, it beats itself to death
And yes, I guess it got to me
Your heart, it beats itself to death
And yes, I guess it got to me
Your heart, it beats itself to death
And yes, I guess it got to me
Your heart, it beats itself to death
And yes, I guess it got to me
Your heart, it beats itself to death
And yes, I guess it got to me
Your heart, it beats itself to death
And yes, I guess it got to me
Credits
Writer(s): James Janocha
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