GONE
By: Kristian A. J. Meurman

Holding on to moments is a fools way to go,
nothing magic can be present at all times I know.
After the Citroën rolls away,
IŽll be waiting for the day when I see you back here.

The princess is at her place,
IŽm praying that she stays
though I know her heart is already far away,
IŽll confide in myself to take the day -
a liar never needs.
But IŽm true. (I need you.)

Chorus:
The magic stays,
reality fades.
IŽm astonished by the shadows on timeŽs face,
the guitar is out of chords and darkness gently falls.
I close my eyes to see you -
while youŽre gone.

I feel the day comes closer when I see you again,
I donŽt need you to tell me where or when.
I know IŽll see you soon,
weŽll find the mutual tune.
WeŽll be alright.

So I let you be my ghost,
and you let me be a star.
As we ride along the road,
paved with red wine and tar.
If we seem to be thinking,
of each others - our love ainŽt sinking.

Chorus


(C) Kristian A. J. Meurman 2004