Gone کے بول

The sun is quitting It’s not the end of my race Though night is dispatching Savages at a furious pace Silver and violet Shadows run the lawn I got my antlers in the thicket Of a dream where you’re gone You’re gone And I’m not in your heart You’re gone Black hand painted across my mouth I’m out of things to say I am a few feet from myself With a promise to stay As the wind inclines The waves hit your dock My scarf is flapping something wicked Like it’s trying to talk Saying, “You’re gone Yeah, if you’re not in her heart You’re gone Gone like that pink star Up there in the sky Gone and feeling half-real On the edge of your life” Come on, come on I can still push air, I’m not an act Am I invisible to you now? Wait, don’t answer that I’m going to wake up Where I was on your lawn Where shadowy dreams are disappearing In the light of your dawn Dawn And am I in your heart? Or gone?