Lyrics Goner's Most - Jeffrey Foucault

Goner's Most

Peeled out in the falling dark
Hard as flint and like to spark
The saddest sinner, seventeen
Windows down and like to drown
Drowners, most who love to dream
So laugh it up and lay it by
Nothing else but saying goodbye
For ashes, ashes for dust, dust
Full of love and so far gone
Goners most who love too much
Tea with honey, tell me who
Bent the branch inside of you
Dark eyed things you never told
You have to be that young
To feel that old
Wondering if you’d come around
Making love with the volume down
In the blue light falling from an LED
Love and lovers move so strange
Strangers most would never be