He's gone again
Pulls me with him each time
I should ask him when he's home
He's gone again
Pulls the blinds to hide the bars
He shows me when to bleed
And time will tell
If all that I could be was changed
By his remote disdain
He's gone again
Onto the train he holds the reins
Of emptiness and fear
He's gone again
Into the arms of solitude
He constantly reveres
And I will cease
To seek delusional relief
In these defining years
Emerald eyed he dreams of disowning
Brown eyed and homely justifies
A little too late the wrong man returns
To say goodnight
He's gone again
Pulls me with him each time
When attempting to atone
He's gone for good
And I discover irony
And ask him when he's home
Curt Smith - Gone Again Lyrics
Curt Smith - Gone Again Lyrics
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He's gone again
Pulls me with him each time
I should ask him when he's home
He's gone again
Pulls the blinds to hide the bars
He shows me when to bleed
And time will tell
If all that I could be was changed
By his remote disdain
He's gone again
Onto the train he holds the reins
Of emptiness and fear
He's gone again
Into the arms of solitude
He constantly reveres
And I will cease
To seek delusional relief
In these defining years
Emerald eyed he dreams of disowning
Brown eyed and homely justifies
A little too late the wrong man returns
To say goodnight
He's gone again
Pulls me with him each time
When attempting to atone
He's gone for good
And I discover irony
And ask him when he's home
Pulls me with him each time
I should ask him when he's home
He's gone again
Pulls the blinds to hide the bars
He shows me when to bleed
And time will tell
If all that I could be was changed
By his remote disdain
He's gone again
Onto the train he holds the reins
Of emptiness and fear
He's gone again
Into the arms of solitude
He constantly reveres
And I will cease
To seek delusional relief
In these defining years
Emerald eyed he dreams of disowning
Brown eyed and homely justifies
A little too late the wrong man returns
To say goodnight
He's gone again
Pulls me with him each time
When attempting to atone
He's gone for good
And I discover irony
And ask him when he's home