Текст песни Last Word - Overseas

This is my way to tell myself
There are things I need to let set sail,
The passing of time keeps echoing on and on in my head.
This sore sensation in my legs,
The time the ground has met my face,
I'm just trying to keep it all together though.
I saw it all go down in front of my disbelieving eyes,
My knuckles turned to white and I can't help to think it's all the end.
Would you look me in the eye
And say that everything is fine?
Because these hands are tired of holding on to something that was never mine.
This is my way to tell myself
There are things I need to let set sail,
The passing of time keeps echoing on and on in my head.