Silas Thorne
05-30-2012, 08:26 PM
I pulled a thread that started in my head, my head,
But when I looked, that head was not my own.
But when I look, this head was not my own.
The days gone by, those days are gone.
Be gone the days gone by, be gone.
There was a girl I met some time ago, once met,
And when I looked again, that girl was gone.
And when I look again, that girl is gone.
The days go by, those days are gone.
Be gone the days gone by, be gone.
She was a marble statue robed in peach, in peach,
I bit the peach, but choked upon the stone.
I bite the peach, but choke upon the stone.
These days go by, those days are gone.
Be gone the days gone by, be gone.
For what she was, was not her self alone,
but those of other girls of which I’ve known,
A thousand thoughts of other girls I’ve known.
The day’s gone by. Those days be gone.
Be gone the days gone by. Be gone!
But when I looked, that head was not my own.
But when I look, this head was not my own.
The days gone by, those days are gone.
Be gone the days gone by, be gone.
There was a girl I met some time ago, once met,
And when I looked again, that girl was gone.
And when I look again, that girl is gone.
The days go by, those days are gone.
Be gone the days gone by, be gone.
She was a marble statue robed in peach, in peach,
I bit the peach, but choked upon the stone.
I bite the peach, but choke upon the stone.
These days go by, those days are gone.
Be gone the days gone by, be gone.
For what she was, was not her self alone,
but those of other girls of which I’ve known,
A thousand thoughts of other girls I’ve known.
The day’s gone by. Those days be gone.
Be gone the days gone by. Be gone!