Gone
Patricia Arguelles, Matt Elliott
Face full of Sun
And we run
'Til we lose our way
Bad thoughts are gone
War is won
And all's in its place
The day's all ours
Until we
Trip on a grave
Birds stop their song
As you turn
To me and say
We will be gone, we will be gone
We will be gone
We will be gone, we will be gone
We will be gone
We will be gone, we will be gone
We will be gone
We will be gone, we will be gone
We will be gone
We will be gone, we will be gone
We will be gone
We will be gone, we will be gone
We will be gone
We will be gone, we will be gone
We will be gone
We will be gone, we will be gone
We will be gone