It’s all in how the colors start to blend,
Where the darkness lets the daylight in again.
There’s a spark you feel beneath your ribs,
A quiet fire growing louder as it lives.
And you won’t ever stumble on it
If you chase it down like something owed to you.
No, you won’t uncover any of it
If you keep insisting on the perfect point of view.
I could’ve acted sooner, but I always hesitate,
Watching how your trembling fingers tried to navigate.
Still, I’d choose to lose an afternoon beside you.
And who could guess that after everything,
Just breathing here could feel like opening a wing?
That hidden heat you can’t ignore—
It echoes through whoever carries it once more.
But you won’t ever stumble on it
If you hunt it down like it’s a debt unpaid.
No, you won’t uncover any of it
If your searching always stands in your own way.
I should’ve moved, but I froze long enough,
Seeing how your restless hands kept giving you away.
Still, I’d trade the hours just to waste them near you.
Could’ve spoken sooner, but my voice wore thin,
Every word dissolving before it could begin.
Still, I’d let the minutes drift just sitting next to you.
I’ve done enough, I know, but I still couldn’t leave,
Feeling my own heartbeat stumbling up my sleeve.
Still, there’s nowhere else I’d rather let time go—
Let it go with you.
Let it go with you.
(I’ll let it go with you.)
Let it go with you.
