Gone

Hands are funny things

With nothing to hold

A bird without his wings

Can never fly home

You're flying so fast so you won't feel the fall

You're giving it away so you won't lose it all

See the moonlight on you

Shiny and cold

Curled up little question mark

With all the secrets you hold

You never needed much, but you wanted it all

The hunger in your belly, your aching jaw

Time's a funny thing

With hands ticking on

We take it and we make it

But it's never enough

Flying by before you know another year gone

And all the ones you loved leaving you alone

All through this empty house

I call your name

Walls answer back the same thing

You're gone