Song | Gone Gone Gone |
Artist | John Ralston |
Album | Needle Bed |
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Lately you’ve been acting in a role that’s unbecoming | |
Of the girl who taught me there was so much in this world worth living. | |
The part that you’ve been playing has me dazed and missing you. | |
But now you’re gone, gone, gone. | |
The promise never harvested in fallow fields shall lie. | |
In a shallow grave of stubble field and half-remembered lies. | |
A burning heart deceived me and you really put me on, | |
But now you’re gone, gone, gone. | |
The memories are bittersweet; | |
The taste you leave is still stuck in my mouth. | |
I want to touch you, want to breathe you, | |
Say, "Fuck you I don’t need you - get out...right now." | |
We were strangers when we met | |
And we were strangers when you left | |
Into a shadow world of painted girls and marionettes. | |
Used to pride myself on living a life without any regrets, | |
But now that’s gone, gone, gone. | |
How can such sweet kisses come from such a poison tongue? | |
How can a bed of roses hurt so much to lie upon? | |
It was the thorn beneath the flower that I wasn’t counting on. | |
And now you’re gone, gone, gone. | |
The memories are bittersweet; | |
The taste you leave is still stuck in my mouth. | |
I want to touch you, want to breathe you, | |
Say, "Fuck you I don’t need you - get out...right now." | |
The city’s not the same, | |
But all the streets they know your name. | |
They ask me all about you, but my answers pull up lame. | |
I’m staggering in last night’s clothes and it’s starting to rain. | |
And you are gone, gone, gone. | |
If parted by a river that was running deep and wide, | |
I’d build a boat to get to you or else I’d drink it dry. | |
Could fill it back up right now as the tears fall from my eyes. | |
And you are gone, gone, gone. | |
The memories are bittersweet; | |
The taste you leave is still stuck in my mouth. | |
I want to touch you, want to breathe you, | |
Say, "Fuck you I don’t need you - get out...right now." | |
Babe if we should meet again way on down the road. | |
Do me this one favor and pretend we never knowed. | |
I’ll say that you remind me of a girl I knew so long ago, | |
But now she’s gone, gone, gone |
Lately you' ve been acting in a role that' s unbecoming | |
Of the girl who taught me there was so much in this world worth living. | |
The part that you' ve been playing has me dazed and missing you. | |
But now you' re gone, gone, gone. | |
The promise never harvested in fallow fields shall lie. | |
In a shallow grave of stubble field and halfremembered lies. | |
A burning heart deceived me and you really put me on, | |
But now you' re gone, gone, gone. | |
The memories are bittersweet | |
The taste you leave is still stuck in my mouth. | |
I want to touch you, want to breathe you, | |
Say, " Fuck you I don' t need you get out... right now." | |
We were strangers when we met | |
And we were strangers when you left | |
Into a shadow world of painted girls and marionettes. | |
Used to pride myself on living a life without any regrets, | |
But now that' s gone, gone, gone. | |
How can such sweet kisses come from such a poison tongue? | |
How can a bed of roses hurt so much to lie upon? | |
It was the thorn beneath the flower that I wasn' t counting on. | |
And now you' re gone, gone, gone. | |
The memories are bittersweet | |
The taste you leave is still stuck in my mouth. | |
I want to touch you, want to breathe you, | |
Say, " Fuck you I don' t need you get out... right now." | |
The city' s not the same, | |
But all the streets they know your name. | |
They ask me all about you, but my answers pull up lame. | |
I' m staggering in last night' s clothes and it' s starting to rain. | |
And you are gone, gone, gone. | |
If parted by a river that was running deep and wide, | |
I' d build a boat to get to you or else I' d drink it dry. | |
Could fill it back up right now as the tears fall from my eyes. | |
And you are gone, gone, gone. | |
The memories are bittersweet | |
The taste you leave is still stuck in my mouth. | |
I want to touch you, want to breathe you, | |
Say, " Fuck you I don' t need you get out... right now." | |
Babe if we should meet again way on down the road. | |
Do me this one favor and pretend we never knowed. | |
I' ll say that you remind me of a girl I knew so long ago, | |
But now she' s gone, gone, gone |
Lately you' ve been acting in a role that' s unbecoming | |
Of the girl who taught me there was so much in this world worth living. | |
The part that you' ve been playing has me dazed and missing you. | |
But now you' re gone, gone, gone. | |
The promise never harvested in fallow fields shall lie. | |
In a shallow grave of stubble field and halfremembered lies. | |
A burning heart deceived me and you really put me on, | |
But now you' re gone, gone, gone. | |
The memories are bittersweet | |
The taste you leave is still stuck in my mouth. | |
I want to touch you, want to breathe you, | |
Say, " Fuck you I don' t need you get out... right now." | |
We were strangers when we met | |
And we were strangers when you left | |
Into a shadow world of painted girls and marionettes. | |
Used to pride myself on living a life without any regrets, | |
But now that' s gone, gone, gone. | |
How can such sweet kisses come from such a poison tongue? | |
How can a bed of roses hurt so much to lie upon? | |
It was the thorn beneath the flower that I wasn' t counting on. | |
And now you' re gone, gone, gone. | |
The memories are bittersweet | |
The taste you leave is still stuck in my mouth. | |
I want to touch you, want to breathe you, | |
Say, " Fuck you I don' t need you get out... right now." | |
The city' s not the same, | |
But all the streets they know your name. | |
They ask me all about you, but my answers pull up lame. | |
I' m staggering in last night' s clothes and it' s starting to rain. | |
And you are gone, gone, gone. | |
If parted by a river that was running deep and wide, | |
I' d build a boat to get to you or else I' d drink it dry. | |
Could fill it back up right now as the tears fall from my eyes. | |
And you are gone, gone, gone. | |
The memories are bittersweet | |
The taste you leave is still stuck in my mouth. | |
I want to touch you, want to breathe you, | |
Say, " Fuck you I don' t need you get out... right now." | |
Babe if we should meet again way on down the road. | |
Do me this one favor and pretend we never knowed. | |
I' ll say that you remind me of a girl I knew so long ago, | |
But now she' s gone, gone, gone |