Better

Lost her raising On a whim Going home Symphony Plays the same old song Amplifiers Ringing in her head Time for bed Go to bed It's better that you're gone It's better that you're gone Mystery keeps the lady In the gloom Freedom keeps her crazy As a loon She's starving but She don't need to dine Anyplace Anytime It's better that you're gone It's better that you're gone In the evening Sun is sleeping Fading youth Desolation Secret avenue She's God-forsaken although night-time finds The quiet fight In the night