Sitting beside you staring at the T.V. it's making me wonder If you can feel me I reach out to touch you to make sure you're there. Your hand is so cold Your touch isn't tender Honestly tell me, Is this fair? And I'm told it's time to let go. There's a rhyme and reason, time and place, And everything has it's own season. Just please give me my damn space. Those three words we used and those three we abused Used them in their own name and we disgraced them. Long overdue are the words in my mind but when I try to talk I can't find. And I'm told it's time to let go. There's a rhyme and reason, time and place, And everything has it's own season. Just please give me my damn space. I hint at it trying to find the words. I just can't come right out and say it. I wonder if you're feeling the same way? Oh please, be feeling the same way...