Letting Go

From Gun Lyrics: Verse: Midnight hums in a violet glow. Candles shake where the shadows grow. I still say your name like a spell, Like it’ll break me out of this shell. Your ghost is stitched in my sleeve. Every breath feels half-believed. The moon keeps secrets I don’t know. It watches me try to let you go. Chorus: I’m learning the art of letting go, But my hands still shake, I hold you close. Every door I close, you appear. In the smoke, in the sound, in the fear. I trace your face in the afterglow. I’m saying goodbye too slow. I’m learning the art of letting go Verse: The stars rearrange when I lie awake. Like fate itself is a cruel mistake. I read our past in the tarot lines. Every card says “not this time”. Your laugh still echoes in the hall. Like a prayer I never learned to call. The night keeps asking me to choose. Between the past and something new Chorus: I’m learning the art of letting go, But my hands still shake, I hold you close. Every door I close, you appear. In the smoke, in the sound, in the fear. I trace your face in the afterglow. I’m saying goodbye too slow. I’m learning the art of letting go Bridge: I lit a fire to burn your name, But the flame just whispered the same. That love doesn’t leave, it just transforms. Into scars, into storms. If I set you free inside my mind. Maybe I’ll stop running out of time. Chorus: I’m learning the art of letting go, But my hands still shake, I hold you close. Every door I close, you appear. In the smoke, in the sound, in the fear. I trace your face in the afterglow. I’m saying goodbye too slow. I’m learning the art of letting go Bridge/Breakdown: Incense smoke, circle drawn. I’m not who I was before you were gone. Chorus: I’m learning the art of letting go, But my hands still shake, I hold you close. Every door I close, you appear. In the smoke, in the sound, in the fear. I trace your face in the afterglow. I’m saying goodbye too slow. I’m learning the art of letting go Chorus: I’m learning the art of letting go, But my hands still shake, I hold you close. Every door I close, you appear. In the smoke, in the sound, in the fear. I trace your face in the afterglow. I’m saying goodbye too slow. I’m learning the art of letting go