Goners Most

Peeled out in the falling dark Hard as flint and like to spark The saddest sinner, seventeen Windows down and like to drown Drowners, most who love to dream So laugh it up and lay it by Nothing else but saying goodbye For ashes, ashes for dust, dust Full of love and so far gone Goners most who love too much Tea with honey, tell me who Bent the branch inside of you Dark eyed things you never told You have to be that young To feel that old Wondering if you'd come around Making love with the volume down In the blue light falling from an LED Love and lovers move so strange Strangers most would never be