Gone
Andrew Woodson Black, Thomas Bartlett
Thrown in the wind
With a storm in the sails
I can't find the words
I don't feel like myself
When you're gone
When you're gone
Running from love
You learned from me
The heaviest hearts sink like
Stones in the sea
Dark was the night
You left it too late
The blood stained the shores with a
Twist of fate
And now you're gone
Now you're gone
Now you're gone
Now you're gone
