LYRICS:
Up in a faraway tree,
Beyond the edge of an astral dream,
On an endless boundary,
There's a space for you and me.
I place you on my wishing chair,
I run my fingers through your hair.
I wonder if you're really there,
To face the fear of feeling bare.

If I were to leave you alone,
If I were to find my own way home,
If I turned out the lights, shut off my phone,
Would you still be there?

I'm aching for you,
My tongue wants to taste,
All the things you can do,
I'm thawing your ice,
It's your turn to spin,
Your turn to roll the dice.

I know I'm pretty far from perfect,
A flower growing on an atom bomb.
And though you might not think I'm worth it,
I'm begging you to not stay gone,
If you love it, set it free,
But those words don't mean that much to me.
Is it even such a crime to wanna be at your side?

If I stopped checking up on you,
Left you to do whatever things you'd do,
If I let you go and chase the rain,
Left you and let go of fate,
Would you still be there?

Now I see you're pretty far from perfect,
All the times you let me get it wrong,
And though you might not think I'm worth it,
I can see where you got that from.
If you love it, set it free,
And maybe that's how it's gotta be,
Is it even such a crime,
To let you go and say goodbye.
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Words by Ryan Hand and Talia Bernhardt.

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Four musicians creating and playing music in the city of Cape Town. Good at playing the jams and making audiences love us. Not so good at modesty. Or writing social media bios.

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