Where'd we go?
Where'd we run off to?
We can't see the forest for the trees again
Where'd we go?
Is there room for the both of us in never ending space? Cause
It seems to me that history does not favour witches you just hang her
Let it go
Let this wash over you
Let me show some better days ahead
Let him go
You hold me too tightly
Let him breathe and let me see you smile again
It seems to me that history is not kind to witches so go ahead hang her
But it seems to me that what we need is a little more patience
A little less anger
Well You might wanna watch what you say
You might need to know who to trust
You might have been carried away from the rest of us
There's so much to see in this world
This world just outside of your phone
The place where your monsters live on the screen and
Creatures have minds of their own
Take your time
Let this wash over you
We'll be here whenever you are ready