Learn to Leave - My Iron Lung

I leave this city often but only partially

Like a book left open again

Up too early, eyes wide open

Staring at patterns in the ceiling, unfamiliar with where I am

Somewhere I am on the phone trying to connect here to there and back again

A voice that feels so distant, that feels uncertain

It’s the time of the year

The season, it reminds me of where I was this time last year

I abandoned a reason to stay here then a curtain fell right in front of me

Somewhere I am on the phone trying to connect here to there and back again

A voice that feels so distant, that feels uncertain

And we learn to leave, to see the world more promising

It serves perfectly, it proves it’s point that love is still mystery

My eyes are open