I found my old diary today
And it took my breath away
To see the first time I ever wrote your name
Next to a heart and a question mark
The pages yellow, the ink still dark
Oh, it might as well
Have flowed straight from my veins
We can't go back to the place
Where we started from
And I know we can't face
What we've become
That quiet boy whose secrets never crossed his lips
That bright-eyed girl with the world at her fingertips
Let them walk away
Going hand in hand
Don't make them stay
In this empty promise land
I saw your search history tonight
Ivory Coast, a midnight flight
Would you meet someone?
Or go there on your own?
On each side of this old bed
I swear we might as well be dead
Our bodies touch
But out spirits lie alone
We can't go back to the place
Where we started from
And I know we can't face
What we've become
This woman whose blood is boiling underneath her skin
This lonely guy who's just longing for his dreams again
Let them walk away
Going hand in hand
Don't make them stay
In this empty promise land
Let them walk away
Going hand in hand
Don't make them stay
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