Gone — текст песни (The Cult)

So your anger did`t carry you too far

What you expect anyway

There`s no patience left in your shattered little self

You haven`t got a fucking thing to say



High on your own, Gone

Mother fucker, fucking stoned



Rain on your back the wind in your face

You`re spinnin `round going nowhere

Sweet dreams of her, she left you alone

You wasted it this time my friend



High on your own, Gone

Mother fucker, fucking stoned



My friends and I used to mess about

in the park, we were only 14, yeah

I later understood about my attitude

I never thought I`d get that gone