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Dylan Rockoff
Dylan Rockoff
Performer
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Dylan Rockoff
Dylan Rockoff
Producer
Micah Tawlks
Micah Tawlks
Producer

Letra

We delay the inevitable
Trade in the remarkable for something grey
Something grey
Is what we are not palatable?
We've got doubts, but nothing that some honesty can't change
So tell me what you found in the nebula
Floating 'round ungrounded here in all this space
Did you find yourself in orbit back around us?
Or did the universe pull you away?
Truth is, it's out of my hands
I can't make you love me, but try to understand
I will be right here to catch you when you're ready to land
But if this is the end of us
There's nothing left to hold
If loving you is letting go
Our souls are impressionable
Parallel lines with others' lives that really don't exist
And we can get close, but you never know
When we sabotage the sensible 'cause you entertain the same old ghost
So tell me if you found something better
Floating 'round ungrounded in all this space
Did you find yourself in orbit back around us?
Or did the universe pull you away?
Truth is, it's out of my hands
I can't make you love me, but try to understand
But I will be right here to catch you when you're ready to land
But if this is the end of us
There's nothing left to hold
If loving you is letting go
You know exactly where I stand
Beside you in the fire in your heart and in your head
But darling, now it's out of my fucking hands
If you ever wanna love me again
Truth is, it's out of my hands
I can't make you love me, no, you know I can't
But I will be right here to catch you when you're ready to land
But if this is the end of us
There's nothing left to hold
If loving you is letting go
Written by: Dylan Alexander Rockoff, Jason Thomas Locricchio, Taylor George Dubray
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