Victory Waltz

Where's the summer? Where's the sun?
Mute the violence, mute the drums
Up from Highland, down to Plum

Here November hopes were high
You said you would and so did I
You climbed the stairs and waved goodbye

And down below the rainy street
The drawl of car wheels on autumn leaves
I'm full of doubt, still I believe

'Cause if you're lucky there comes a bloom
That folds the night and fills your room
Your victory waltz, your never too soon

Gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone

Should we return what we became?
To be so fearless, to be so brave?
The loss in loss has never changed

Entire lives have gone oppressed
And this is surely safe to guess
The ghost of living is worse than death

And down below the lonely street
And far from there the silver sea
And further still you from me

Gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone

Gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone