| I take a final breath, breathe it in my lungs
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| 'cause everything I’ve done has made me numb
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| If I had just one wish, it’d be to let this out
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| So, let go
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| And late at night, I wonder:
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| Am I lightning lacking thunder?
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| A cabaret marquee?
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| Just flashing lights, flickering a tease
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| Inviting freaks to a fantasy
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| A bait and switch, and blurry dream
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| But inside, there’s no skin to see
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| I’m not giving up, I’m not giving up
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| I take a final breath, breathe it in my lungs
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| 'cause everything I’ve done has made me numb
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| If I had just one wish, it’d be to let this out (so let this out)
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| Now, hold on — so, hold on
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| But I’m still struggling, I need to let this out
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| So, let go
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| 'cause Heaven knows, I’ve got Hell for hope
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| A fallen angel looking for a rope
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| I’m standing outside the pearly gates
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| But no one is calling my name
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| I’m not giving up, I’m not giving up
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| I’ve got to somehow let this go
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| Or I never will feel whole |