Gone

All This Fight In Me
A Crown Of Light On The Forehead
Where I Keep My Thoughts Discrete
Roll The Dice When I Forget

Oh, What A Way To Go On Your Own
Cerulean Eyes, Tied, So Long
Cause Feelings That You've Never Known
Aren't My Fault
I Keep My Words Sweet
And Bathe Then I Lay Low

'Round We Go, And The Lights Are Low
And The Circus Fades, You Were Always Carouseling
All The Circles Trace, As I Turn My Page
And You Hear The Bass, Over Words I Was Yellin'

Gone
3, 2, 1, Come On

It's Easy To Confuse
The Way I Speak, With How I Move
I'm Not Trying Babe, Not Giving Up
Won't Simplify My Ways 'till You Make The Cut

What Can I Say When You Dance On In?
With Your Cools, And Your Fools, And Your Friends
Rolling Like Your King Of The Sky
Like I Won't Have A Chance To Show You How