Gone Songtext
von Rialto

If they′re offering you love
You better take it while you can
If the hand fits in the glove
If the trash fits in the can

Always riding on the backseat of somebody else's taxi
Never speaking up when you want to get off
Your love is a rock, skimming on a silent pond
It′s beautiful, and then it's gone


In the back of every drawer
There's a place for things to hide
At the end of every night
There′s always room for onе more line

When you′rе riding on the backseat of somebody else's taxi
Never speaking up when you want to get off
Your love is a rock, skimming on a silent pond
It′s beautiful, and then it's gone

When you′re riding on the backseat of somebody else's taxi
Never speaking up when you want to get off
Your love is a rock, skimming on a silent pond
It′s beautiful, and then it's gone