Gone

Gone
By: Tissue

Walkin' along, whistlin' a tune
Somethin' like Brahms, or Au Clair de Lune.
What matters is it's mine
for no one to know,
It's mine. It's mine.
I will never go.

Walkin' along, talkin' with you.
About blue cheese, and fluffy feathers too.
All that matters is it's ours.
For no one to know.
It's ours. It's ours.
I will never go.

Walkin' along, mourning for loss.
For my dear Savior did die on that cross.
All that matters, is he took the fall.
And no one did know.
The fall. The fall.
And I will never go.

Walkin' along, out of my prison!
For now I know that my Savior is risen!
And all that matters, is he is in heav'n!
And now, I know!
In heav'n, In heav'n.
To heav'n I go.