Gone
Six o'clock in the morning
The phone rings, your troubled voice comes right in
Turn on the sunlight now
And take the bus to the city
I see every line, as they break
They falter down to form a limb
It's all gone
There are hours that pass as I've try
to make it all disappear
I know the hours go, the fire comes it all disappears
It's all gone, all thrown away, it's all gone as I leave you hear now
Into the blaze, fades to grey
Flash of light, end of day