Gone - Boston Manor

i know that my bones are aching

and I’m sick of waking up in strange places

but that’s comfort in this cold

cos i’m lost

but i’ll wait for the morning

cause you won’t be up to find me

well I got desperate when you were broken

(cos you’re the crutch that keeps me standing)

clinging along to words you’d spoken

(but this distance is demanding)

sorry that i wasn’t here

i promise i’ll be there next year

but you could never shed those tears

cos i won’t be around

cos i won’t be around

we’ll wait for the morning

but i know these roads

like the veins on my hands

well I got desperate when you were broken

(cos you’re the crutch that keeps me standing)

clinging along to words you’d spoken

(but this distance is demanding)

sorry that i wasn’t here

i promise i’ll be there next year

but you could never shed those tears

cos i won’t be around