Gone
Jason Reece, Conrad Keely
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