Blowing up the energy,
always thinking
"It's not the time"

It was never the right time.

What are you holding on to,
losing slowly,
Lose the time,

In your wasted thoughts.

I stand at the dock,
looking at the outer see.
Knowing the dock,
had always been in the middle.

Let it go;
Let go,
to all those memories.

In the end,
you're either denied or forgiven.

So let go,
of that wasted time,
Let go,
you see a spirit floating.

Floating right up to your face,
looking at your dull eyes.

And you finally know...
You're forgiven,
all because you had let go.