The Art Of Letting You Go

Your silhouette on an empty street
My feet on the sand of your drifting beach
I feel the earth, it shifts beneath me
Well, there's something, there's something
There's something in me

Wandering through the silence like it's wilderness
Falling into moments of sweet tenderness
Seeing all the life I knew in a sale to go
These are the signs I'm learning the art
Of falling apart and letting you go

Poetry like Egyptian sheets
Smooth like a mother's hair caressing me
Pause like a scratch on my favorite LP
Well, there's something, there's something
There's something in this

Wandering through the silence like it's wilderness
Falling into moments of sweet tenderness
Seeing all the life I knew in sale to go
These are the signs I'm falling apart
And learning the art of letting you go

Dreaming through the night for the very first time
Sleeping through your fires is like a fine, fine wine
Highs and revelry like I used to know
These are the signs I'm falling apart
And learning the art of letting you go



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Luke Southwell, Ewan James Phillips
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