Gone Songtext
von Ancestors

In a tidal wave of days
Washed across and endless stage
In worlds of fire and worlds of glass.
All comes to be and all comes to pass.
And it feels like being gone.
And it feels like moving on.
And it feels like nothing′s wrong.
Anymore Beyond the furthest signs of home
Silent air and ashes blown
For the moment all is calm
A loving darkness stretches on and on and on...
And it feels like being gone.
And it feels like moving on.
And it feels like nothing's wrong.
Anymore...