Lyrics
And now it s like a silent thing that s running in my hand, i m waiting for the smoke to fade
You re leaving now, you wouldn t ve gone to war
i listen to this calling in your eyes crying all the saint
Gone with the winner, the slave to every tear Gone, your lips are gone
Gone with the winner, gone with the wind
Waiting for the noise to disappear, the pining of a fool
you re leaving now
Gone with the wind, coming with desolate state of mind
Coming with desolate state of mind, the pining of the fool, gone with the winner
I m waiting for the smoke to fade, your lips are gone Winner, the pining of a fool
You wouldn t ve gone to war, waiting for the noise to disappear, i never had the time to pray
gone with the wind
I m waiting for the smoke to fade, the crying all the saint
I m tired of asking why i m dying everyday, i m tired of asking why i m dying everyday
Your lips are gone, your lips are gone, gone with the wind
Waiting for the noise to disappear, you re leaving now
i m waiting for the smoke to fade
And now it s like a silent thing that s running in my hand, and now it s like a silent thing that s running in my hand
And now it s like a silent thing that s running in my hand, gone with the winner
Gone with the winner, i m waiting for the smoke to fade, your lips are gone
Your lips are gone, i m waiting for the smoke to fade
Gone with the wind, coming with desolate state of mind
waiting for the noise to disappear
your lips are gone
I m tired of asking why i m dying everyday, waiting for the noise to disappear, gone with the winner
Gone with the wind, the pining of the fool, your lips are gone
and now it s like a silent thing that s running in my hand
The slave to every tear, i listen to this calling in your eyes crying all the saint, i m tired of asking why i m dying everyday
The pining of the fool, the crying all the saint
gone with the wind
Waiting for the noise to disappear, and now it s like a silent thing that s running in my hand
waiting for the noise to disappear
And now it s like a silent thing that s running in my hand, gone with the wind
You re leaving now, the slave to every tear
your lips are gone
the slave to every tear
Gone with the winner, coming with desolate state of mind the, the pining of a fool
Coming with desolate state of mind, and now it s like a silent thing that s running in my hand Century, and now it s like a silent thing that s running in my hand
you re leaving now
gone with the wind
I m tired of asking why i m dying everyday, you re leaving now, gone with the winner
You re leaving now, gone with the wind the, the crying all the saint
Gone with the wind, waiting for the sound to calm my way Century, gone with the winner
Gone with the wind, i m tired of asking why i m dying everyday Gone, waiting for the sound to calm my way
gone with the winner
Gone with the wind, you re leaving now
i m waiting for the smoke to fade
Gone with the wind, i listen to this calling in your eyes crying all the saint
Coming with desolate state of mind, and now it s like a silent thing that s running in my hand
You wouldn t ve gone to war, gone with the wind
coming with desolate state of mind
I m waiting for the smoke to fade, coming with desolate state of mind
coming with desolate state of mind
gone with the wind
Waiting for the sound to calm my way, gone with the wind
Gone with the wind, you wouldn t ve gone to war, i never had the time to pray
i m waiting for the smoke to fade
Gone with the wind, the pining of a fool
Waiting for the noise to disappear, gone with the wind, gone with the wind
The pining of the fool, you re leaving now Gone, you re leaving now