The Art of Letting You Go

Your silhouette on an empty street My feet on the sand of your drifting beach I feel the earth, it shifts beneath me Well, there's something, there's something There's something in me Wandering through the silence like it's wilderness Falling into moments of sweet tenderness Seeing all the life I knew in a sale to go These are the signs I'm learning the art Of falling apart and letting you go Poetry like Egyptian sheets Smooth like a mother's hair caressing me Pause like a scratch on my favorite LP Well, there's something, there's something There's something in this Wandering through the silence like it's wilderness Falling into moments of sweet tenderness Seeing all the life I knew in sale to go These are the signs I'm falling apart And learning the art of letting you go Dreaming through the night for the very first time Sleeping through your fires is like a fine, fine wine Highs and revelry like I used to know These are the signs I'm falling apart And learning the art of letting you go