Gone - The Sundays

Come take me by the hand

And lead me through the night

Songs spill into the air

And we’ll drink to ourselves here way up high

Town lights shining

This is the place for me now

Blurred — loving every word

This hill, yourself, and I

Days so long

When you’re young

Two underneath a tree

My hands are turning blue

Stars shiver in the night

I pass a cigarette back to you

Town lights shining

This is the place for me now

And I can’t stop smiling

High on a hill looking down

Days so long

When you’re young

Then they’re gone

Days so long

When you’re young

Then they’re gone

If you ask me now

My worst fear

Is it that I know

This time next year

You’ll be gone

And I’ll still be here?