paroles de chanson Gone With the Winner - Century

Waiting for the noise to disappear
The crying of the saint
The pining of the fool
I never had the time to pray

Waiting for the sound to calm my way
I'm tired of asking why
I'm dying everyday

You're leaving now, your lips
Are gone, gone with the winner (gone with the wind)
Gone, gone with the wind

And now it's like a silent film that's
Running in my head

Gone, gone with the wind
(Gone with the wind!)
And now it's like a silent film that's
Running in my head

Gone, gone with the wind
Coming with desolate state of mind
You wouldn't've gone to war

The slave to every tear
I'm waiting for the smoke to fade
I listen to this calling in your eyes

The crying of the saint
The pining of a fool

You're leaving now, your lips

Are gone, gone with the winner (gone with the wind)
Gone, gone with the wind
And now it's like a silent film that's
Running in my head
Gone, gone with the wind
And now it's like a silent film that's
Running in my head
Gone, gone with the wind
(Gone with the wind!)
It's like a silent film that's
Running in my head
Gone, gone with the winner
Gone, gone with the wind
And now...