Gone (Печаль, как серые дождевые тучи, медленно ползет в душе, подступает к горлу немым криком, вызывая слезы...)
A dead start in my head And the day' s been laid The things i really want Always torn from my heart You never saw the way How i wanted you to stay And now when you're gone I'm on my own
When i was thinking this Was something permanent You were already thinking Of going away