Gone

In a tidal wave of days
Washed across an endless stage
In worlds of fire and worlds of glass
All comes to be and all comes to pass

And it feels like being gone
And it feels like moving on
And it feels like nothing's wrong
Anymore

Beyond the furthest signs of home
Silent air and ashes blown
For the moment all is calm
A loving darkness stretches on and on and on...

And it feels like being gone
And it feels like moving on
And it feels like nothing's wrong
Anymore