Shelby Lynne - Better Lyrics

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

It's better that you're gone
It's better that you're gone

It's better that you're gone
It's better that you're gone