Changing like the weather
We could've written words on a mountain high,
Reminding ourselves to keep climbing right,
Sometimes we have to lose
A part of us to find the truth.
Nothing more beautiful than the way,
You used to breathe me into your lungs and soul,
Sometimes we have to say
I'm sorry I can't stay.
Reminding ourselves to keep climbing right,
Sometimes we have to lose
A part of us to find the truth.
Nothing more beautiful than the way,
You used to breathe me into your lungs and soul,
Sometimes we have to say
I'm sorry I can't stay.
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