Some let it in, some run. I was turning over
I was in the waiting room alone, hours after midnight
Swift was the hand to receive, and the antidote passed up the tree
Through the branches of America to be
Mourning for the young
Want this to last, but I should know
That I can't hold together what I build
If theres a light, I'll take a glow
It's in the frame now, so I can't let go
Some slip away, some die. We think we hold composure
I know it's just the setting of the sun, but I was close to cured
Slow but as surely as the day, the final toll approaching
We live to watch the setting of the sun, and I was close to cured
Over the sink, back to the floor
I let me suffer. I give me more
Forever I've had me by the throat
It all takes such a while, and never truly lets go
It came around. I had to know
But theres a beauty in the fall coming up
Hence taking it slow