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

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