Some let it in, some run. I was turning over I was in the waiting room alone, hours after midnight Swift was the hand to receive, and the antidote passed up the tree Through the branches of America to be Mourning for the young Want this to last, but I should know That I can't hold together what I build If theres a light, I'll take a glow It's in the frame now, so I can't let go Some slip away, some die. We think we hold composure I know it's just the setting of the sun, but I was close to cured Slow but as surely as the day, the final toll approaching We live to watch the setting of the sun, and I was close to cured Over the sink, back to the floor I let me suffer. I give me more Forever I've had me by the throat It all takes such a while, and never truly lets go It came around. I had to know But theres a beauty in the fall coming up Hence taking it slow