Text: Glen Hansard. The Swell Season. Leave.

"I can't wait forever", is all that you said
Before you stood up
But you won't disappoint me, I can do that myself
But I'm glad that you've come

Now if you don't mind leave, leave
And free yourself at the same time leave, leave
I don't understand, you've already gone

I hope you feel better, now that it's out
What took you so long?
And the truth has a habit of falling out of your mouth
Well, now that it has come

If you don't mind leave, leave
And please yourself at the same time leave, leave
Let go of my hand
You said what you came to now leave, leave

Let go of my hand
You said what you have to now leave, leave, leave, leave
Let go of my hand
You said what you have to now leave, leave