Gone for Good Songtext
von The Shins
Gone for Good Songtext
Untie me, I′ve said no vows
The train is getting way too loud
I've gotta leave here, my girl, get on with my lonely life
Just leave the ring on the rail for the wheels to nullify
Until this turned in my head
Let you stay and you paid no rent
I spent 12 long months on the lam
That′s enough sitting on the fence for the fear of breaking dams
I'd find a fatal flaw in the logic of love
And go out of my head
You love a sinking stone that'll never elope
So get used to the lonesome, girl, you must atone some
Don′t leave me no phone numbers there
La-di-da
It took me all of a year to put the poison pill to your ear
But now I stand on honest ground, on honest ground
You wanna fight for this love
But honey, you cannot wrestle a dove
So baby, it′s clear
You want to jump and dance, but you sat on your hands
And lost your only chance
Go back to your hometown, get your feet on the ground
And stop floating around
I found a fatal flaw in the logic of love
And went out of my head
You love a sinking stone that'll never elope
So get used to the lonesome, girl, you must atone some
Don′t leave me no phone number there, la-di-da
The train is getting way too loud
I've gotta leave here, my girl, get on with my lonely life
Just leave the ring on the rail for the wheels to nullify
Until this turned in my head
Let you stay and you paid no rent
I spent 12 long months on the lam
That′s enough sitting on the fence for the fear of breaking dams
I'd find a fatal flaw in the logic of love
And go out of my head
You love a sinking stone that'll never elope
So get used to the lonesome, girl, you must atone some
Don′t leave me no phone numbers there
La-di-da
It took me all of a year to put the poison pill to your ear
But now I stand on honest ground, on honest ground
You wanna fight for this love
But honey, you cannot wrestle a dove
So baby, it′s clear
You want to jump and dance, but you sat on your hands
And lost your only chance
Go back to your hometown, get your feet on the ground
And stop floating around
I found a fatal flaw in the logic of love
And went out of my head
You love a sinking stone that'll never elope
So get used to the lonesome, girl, you must atone some
Don′t leave me no phone number there, la-di-da
Writer(s): James Russell Mercer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com