Let the sun shine down on my skin
Feel my body let go like a branch on the breeze
Could it be that I’m feeling again?
Oh the desk lamps and Goodman’s can be so deceiving
Ooh, ooh
And let the storm pour down on my ceiling
Let it howl let it shriek let it boom on my window
Here I am quietly sitting, not a shake too obscene
Not a sound too disturbing
Ooh
I’m letting go
Of the thoughts that no longer serve me
Ooh
I’m letting go