Testo Leaving Him

When you get up and go
When you are not thinking straight
And you need somewhere to be
And you look up to the sky
With a question burning
Inside
Who can put it out?
Separating
What you fear
From what you see
Half on the bargaining
Waited for it like a song
To end
Not one to turn it off

Everything is in the past when
You have made up your mind
Going to the door I need to
Have it open
From the inside