| I was driving, I was sailing listening to my gut
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| Didn’t know what I would find, I didn’t think that it would cut
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| So deep I couldn’t even eat, I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t cry
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| Didn’t know what I was thinking, should’ve heard you say goodbye
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| Looking back is not helpful, doesn’t change the way I felt
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| But I still dig inside these boxes to think about what they held
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| I seem so desperate, so sad, someone I don’t even know
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| But I can’t help looking back, it’s in my blood, it’s helped me grow
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| There’s something about the past that really makes me wanna live again
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| And there’s something I’m looking for
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| I can’t decide for what it is anymore
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| And there’s something about those words
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| I wrote so many down so many years ago
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| Woah, let go
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| You were injured, you were scattered, all you wanted was love
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| Called me up with no idea what I was about to speak of
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| I guess your heart was on your sleeve, mine was buried inside
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| You can’t put all the blame on me, you were the first to say goodbye
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| Something about the past that really makes me wanna live again
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| And there’s something I’m looking for
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| I can’t decide for what it is anymore
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| And there’s something about those words
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| I wrote so many down so many years ago
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| Woah, let go
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| We were all young once, I know
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| Never ready to let go
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| Are we ready to let go?
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| We were all young once, I know
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| Never ready to let go
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| Are we ready to let go?
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| Something about the past that really makes me wanna live again
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| And there’s something I’m looking for
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| I can’t decide for what it is anymore
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| And there’s something about those words
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| I wrote so many down so many years ago
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| Woah, let go
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| Let go |