It's like, like, like It's like, like, like Citrus on the vine A slight, slight, slight Sour to the mind Signals to the time Single souls survive But can I hold you to mine? Can I turn you into light? No, you can't pull me slowly Look to me only And in this lost grip, this guilt trip You won't catch your fall You won't recover from Cause and effectually I find peace in releases Relief is in pieces Thousands of reasons To forget the season No, you can't pull me slowly Look to me only And if we're lost If we're lost, I don't mind it Maybe it's gone But I'm not trying to find it Rewind or define it May have been tough But I'm much more well-minded Don't call me blinded Don't call me blinded I'm trying to let my woe be gone To let my woe be gone, be gone, be gone, be gone I'm trying to let my woe be gone To let my woe be gone, be gone, be gone, be gone, be gone Be gone Not looking back to, not looking back to you Someone is going to, someone is going to love you Not looking back to, not looking back to you Someone is going to, someone is going to love you