Let Go

Let go of this lush dream So mild and inviting I know we'll do the right thing When we give it up This spell we keep conjuring And sadistically harbouring It's charm is now floundering Time to give it up All the leaves are turning Oncoming autumn is calling For this fickle heart To give the summer up Take in these surroundings Peaceful yet confounding With no real sense of belonging Time to give it up Be brave and be bold love When you go beyond the meadow For there's more than just sticky shadows Out there in the wood All the leaves are turning Oncoming autumn is calling For this fickle heart To give the summer up Old winter will be looming There where the blue will be blooming And this fickle heart Will try to find another start All the leaves are turning Oncoming autumn is calling For this fickle heart To give the summer up Old winter will be looming There where the blue will be blooming And this fickle heart Will try to find another start Oh this fickle heart Will try to find another start Oh this fickle heart Will try to find another start