It's hard letting go,
More than I thought.
And if truth be told,
I'm a pillar of salt.
I'm a pillar of salt,
For every time that it took.
Another fleeting glance,
another long last look.
Chorus:
How can the mind transcend,
how can the heart describe.
We light a candle everyday.
I ask the question,
Even when the why seems hollow.
And breathe the silence in,
that usually follows.
I am the cup,
Mended and washed.
I am the true container,
For all that I've lost.
And all that I've lost,
Or gathered again,
Is only what hangs in the air,
When the music ends.
Chorus
He said "My horizon,
Is getting closer to me.
I need for you to look behind,
And tell me what you see."
"Here's what I see, but I need what you
know."
And out on the curve of the earth,
Is a hope that won't let go.