Gone

I go to bed every night thinking 'bout her eyes

But the sweat on my brow has frozen now

And the bed eats me up and coughs me out

Still I can't understand why she's gone

She scuttled off in her long, white fur coat

Leaving her red beret trailing behind

And my palm smacked the wall and pulled me down

Saw a glimpse in the mirror how I felt so small

I used to be a lover

Now I'm gone

Now I'm gone