Lyrics: Joel Smith/Ben Henderson/Jack Taylor/James Fawcett
Music: Joel Smith/Ben Henderson/Jack Taylor/James Fawcett
Last up late on a weekday
I gotta feeling I’ve been here before, before
You messed up on a bad way
I’m holding out for something I need more, I need more
So Let on, let on, let on, let on
With how you’re feeling
I know I’ve been here for too long
It’s a cold world
You’re a fire
It burns in all I desire
So let on, let on, let on, let on,
With how you’re feeling
You told me it’s the last time I didn’t mean it
Drink me like a red wine, and I’ll never wanna go
I’ll never wanna go
I can see from your eyes that your needed, somebody to pass by and take you home take you home
So Let on, let on, let on, let on
With how you’re feeling
I know I’ve been here for too long
It’s a cold world
You’re a fire
It burns in all I desire
So let on, let on, let on, let on,
With how you’re feeling