Let Go (Live)

Let go, where are you gonna hide em?

Let go, where are you gonna hide em?

Let go, where are you gonna hide em?

Fantasies feed all the matters of the heart,

Of what is righteous to your ways of thought

And of all the matters of your art;

Of what is righteous to your gaze.

Step of the edge

Measure the height

The abyss found inside

Will make you feel very small.

Let go and as you're flying

Time will favor

Your hearts labor

The purity of your art

Fantasies feed all the matters of the heart,

Of what is righteous to your ways of thought

And of all the matters of your art;

Of what is righteous to your gaze.

Let go, where are you gonna hide em?

Let go, where are you gonna hide em?

Let go, where are you gonna hide em?