Where`s the word for the sadness
Where`s the poetry in the pain
Where`s the color in the stain where the tears have fallen
It`s gone, it`s just gone
Where`s the method to this madness
As we create this suffering
And we do each other in and we still hold on
But it`s gone, it`s just gone
(*) He says it`s gone
And he can`t go on a living a memory
Mulling it over endlessly
Why is that so hard for me to see
He says it`s gone
And he can`t go on trying to live a lie
And when he cries, I know it`s over
But I may never know why
There`s no face in the locket
There`s no place for the past
I`ll put it back in my pocket
It was never meant to last
It`s just gone
Repeat (*)
There`s no word for the sadness
There`s no poetry in the pain
There`s no color in the stain where the tears have fallen
It`s gone, it`s just gone
It`s gone, it`s just gone
Well, it`s gone