Music: Benjamin Johnson
Come on, come on, these breaths grow thinner
The length of words spent talking about what's wrong, how long, still gone, move on
Blinded by the better parts of new things to come
Left hand in hand with life unsettled
Begone from me an everlasting sigh sent skyward, marching on and on and on
Marching ever onward to the beat of my lungs
On and on and on and on
Wish I could sleep until the day is done
Let's not contemplate what follows
It could be today or next year, we're goners
Let me go
Let me go on and on and on and on
Let's not contemplate what follows
It could be today or next year, we're goners
If you can't seem to help but feel the sorrow
Remember that yesterday once was tomorrow
Let me go