Waiting for the noise to disappear
The crying of the saint
The pining of the fool
I never had the time to pray
Waiting for the sound to calm my way
I'm tired of asking why
I'm dying everyday
You're leaving now
Your lips are gone
Gone with the winner
Gone, gone with the wind
And now it's like a silent film that's
Running in my head
Gone, gone with the wind
And now it's like a silent film that's
Running in my head
Gone, gone with the wind
Coming with desolate state of mind
You wouldn't've gone to war
The slave to every tear
I'm waiting for the smoke to fade
I listen to this calling in your eyes
The crying of the saint
The pining of a fool
You're leaving now
Your lips are gone
Gone with the winner
Gone, gone with the wind
And now it's like a silent film that's
Running in my head
Gone, gone with the wind
And now it's like a silent film that's
Running in my head
Gone, gone with the wind
It's like a silent film that's
Running in my head
Gone, gone with the winner
Gone, gone with the wind
And now
