Gone

If they're offering you love

You better take it while you can

If the hand fits in the glove

If the trash fits in the can

Always riding on the backseat of somebody else's taxi

Never speaking up when you want to get off

Your love is a rock, skimming on a silent pond

It's beautiful, and then it's gone

In the back of every drawer

There's a place for things to hide

At the end of every night

There's always room for onе more line

When you'rе riding on the backseat of somebody else's taxi

Never speaking up when you want to get off

Your love is a rock, skimming on a silent pond

It's beautiful, and then it's gone

When you're riding on the backseat of somebody else's taxi

Never speaking up when you want to get off

Your love is a rock, skimming on a silent pond

It's beautiful, and then it's gone