This could be our song.

We'll get the lyrics real wrong.

Baby we're just... a larger soul estranged.

You could leave in the morning light.

I've thought of leaving here most of my life.

Hell, while you were sinking - I was thinking.

You just never know.

Maybe I said this once many lives ago.

Maybe we built something.

Maybe we were beautiful.

Are you fighting or will you run?

And why's it seem so long?

This love is freedom to be wrong.

I'm not holding on.

You could leave in the morning light.

I've thought of leaving here most of my life.

This love is freedom to be wrong. I'm not holding on.

I should've wrote more songs.

I got these lyrics all wrong.

Or maybe I'm just... a little tired today.

You could leave in the morning light.

I've thought of leaving here most of my life.

Hell, while you were sinking - I was thinking.

 

- Adam Josh 26.11.2017