Now while the beat is slow
here in your arms I sway
now that the light is low
something I want to say
I guess you've known it for a while
but I mean trouble
I only want to see you smile
and I burst this bubble
the hardest thing is to let go
when love is real
like a flower loves a bee
but I know you're meant to give yourself
to someone else, not me
And I could carry on with you
does that sound crazy?
I think you feel the same way too
and you can't face it, the hardest thing is to let go
but it's not defeat
when you set somebody free
and you know you're meant to be yourself
with someone else, not me
Can you let go?
'cause that's love that's real
like a flower loves a bee
and you know you're meant
to give yourself to someone else, not me
somebody else, not me
somebody else, not me
meant for somebody else, not me
somebody else, not me
meant for somebody else not me
