You are wind.
A confused cold front.
Rolling in, rolling out
Lost in the inbetween,
Lost in motion,
caught up in the trees like an old plastic bag.

Nothing feels like a home
And heaven's too far away
When one's heart is entangled
in an ugly past.

I know the world is panning too fast
for these tired eyes of yours.
Everything is spinning,
Your lips are quivering.
Is a stone cold pride
worth the broken soul?

Let it go.
Let it go

You know I loved you so.