And so
She let go
Of the pages that remained
Let go
Let go
Let go

No epilogue
No swan song
Just memories and space
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go

Do I look up or look within?
It's all too final to make sense
Do I need something to believe in?
To feel the beating of her wings

Don't go
Don't go
Don't go

There's no sense
No real end
Just a turning of a page
Why oh?
Why oh?
Why?

Do I look up or look within?
It's all too final to make sense
Do I need something to believe in?
To feel the beating of her wings

And I remember everything
All the love and joy she'd bring
Is that something to believe in?
Is that the beating of her wings?