My words in your mouth, finishing my phrasenIt’s no surprisenThat over these last four thousand daysnYou have become the one who can read my eyesnnDarlin’ you see nThe fear in menAnd how I’d finally be nIf I were willing to let it gonnMy hand in your hand underneath the tablenKeeps me composednSomehow you understand that I am more able than I knownBrave enough to let it gonnDarlin’ you see nThe fear in menAnd how I’ll finally be nWhen I am willing to let it gonnI don’t want to hold on tight to the nWays that bring the death of menDo the same thing over and over againnExpecting something differentnYou untether me…nnDarlin’ I see nThe fear in menAnd now I’m finally willing to let it gonnnn n n n n