Did I judge this wrong?
But you had it all,
you had it all.
A gift of the gods
in your city of gold.
And you'll piss it all,
you had it all.
And what drags the rope,
you know or you don't,
you had it all.
Gone, gone, gone, gone. [x6]
Going, going, gone. [x2]
The day you moved off
the whole village mourned,
love's no kind of joke
or something small.
And where will you go?
There's things you don't know,
fingers tearing your clothes,
baby ungrown,
you had it all.
Gone, gone, gone, gone. [x12]
Going, going, gone. [x10]
And suffering alone,
suffering alone. [x3]
Your bowl emptied out,
all your secrets known.
I welcome your call,
these walls don't fall.
