No more bottles of gin*

Listen

No more reasoning over bottles of gin
No more discussing the times we are in
No more dreaming of meeting the right one
No more bragging over the victories we won

You have gone
And will not return to this world
You have gone
That’s the sad way of this world

No more listening to the music you loved
No more kissing the ones you could
No more walking the streets you knew
No more questioning if god is truth

You have gone
And will not return to this world
You have gone
That’s the sad way of this world

No more wondering what the future will bring
No more believing you could do anything
No more worrying over what could go wrong
No more dancing to your favourite song

You have gone
And will not return to this world
You have gone
That’s the sad way of this world

No more reasoning over bottles of gin
No more discussing the times we are in
No more searching for the meaning of life
No more use for day or night

You have gone
And will not return to this world
You have gone
That’s the sad way of this world