Gone Songtext
von Bart de Win

The grounds I walked
When I was small
Days of dreaming
The dinner call
Birds in boxes
And a crazy dog
Green, green grass
The garden fog
Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone


The sounds so weak
At the top of the stairs
The colored leaves
From everywhere
The giant tree
The pigeon cloud
The singing priest
Imaginary crowd
Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone


Stone on stone
And wood on wood
Wandering through
The neighborhood
Searching for beech nuts
In the lane
Splashing through
The summer rain
Struggling with
A tattered kite
Friday nights
In black and white
Litter burning
In the yard
A solid frame
A tender heart
Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone