"Gone" as written by Walter Millsap, Candice Nelson, Marcus Walker and Lakeisha Gamble....
Hey, where were you today
How did you escape
The way no one gets away
Cause no one's gone

Fate guided me to hate
Invited me to take the bait
Realized too late
That I was gone

Say, how can you explain
Person to the pain
And then
Sickness to the sane
But it's all gone

Most of us get riled up
Justify the lies that we believe
Not enough to disbelieve them
I've been thinking you've been treating
Situations seemingly unkind
Stockade seems to still be working

Change your heart
Save yourself
Some damn ?
I get ashamed
Sound that sound

Lyrics submitted by glakin

"Gone" as written by Lakeisha Gamble Candice Nelson

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  • +2
    General CommentThe final two minutes of this song, with the ethereal keyboard instrumentation and the soft, elegant guitar which soon becomes accompanied by the muffled drum beat is some of the best Built to Spill you will hear. Which is saying something considering I love all 6 of their studio albums.
    A_Raging_Bullon May 31, 2009   Link
  • +1
    General CommentHow can you explain
    The person to the pain
    And then the sickness to the sane


    and I was thinking maybe he actually says, "not enough to just believe them." Anyone else think so?
    arctic_tundraon March 31, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis song is about missed opportunities and being able to keep your head up after things don't got the way you planned.
    unclebengion January 11, 2010   Link
  • 0
    General CommentAnd coping with death...but that goes without saying with BTS.
    unclebengion January 11, 2010   Link

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