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