It's time to let you go In the dark, I'm waiting in the cold You know Full night drive's pretty far Then again, pretty close It's time to let you go The fire's for the lies you never want to know But we know And the marks on the walls I can sense some fire getting close In the lonely night Fire's getting low, you don't really know Til you know Now I don't know In the lonely night Cars getting close Fire's getting low Do you really know All your songs well they touched me to Bitter core Head like a drone We're not getting young No, tonight I walk with these heavy thoughts They're getting old There's your counting on When this body's a waste of blood Read the braille on the aching skies Feverish dreams needing cyclical thoughts You'll be somewhat close to those Are we defined by blood The tale of raging skies I was never one to get a lesson It's hard to know It's time to let go