SHE'S GONE |
(Rozman / Molinelli ©) |
Driven by an impression In my mind All left is dream Long blank periods I can assign Nothing on the screen Everything fades Into a shadow world Keeping it a secret Used for the ride Driven to a whirl Making you regret Well should I drive in my car? Wait by the phone play my guitar? I'm here all alone I'm here all alone I'm here all alone And she's gone, she's gone, she's gone Left with a couple Faded photographs Few lines of print What does it take To get my baby back? I'll try any trick Made my bed I sleep in it Memories so bright I'll guess I have To start again Life just don't seem right |