If you only know how to hold me at night,  
If we cannot afford the morning light,    
Then release me at the dawn.              

You were never mine to hold,              
I was never yours to mold,                  
We just rented the hours,                  
Borrowed the rooms,          

As the waves crash against the shore,    
Erasing our footprints before sunrise.

Open your palms,                          
Let me be the bird,                      
That leaves before the window closes.