Dealate

I believe
I believe
I'll be leaving
When you see the stars starting to shine
When the moon shines with reflected glory
Over the decaying day
I'll be gone

It may just cost
Everything
Tear away from this plane
Divested interest
It may just be
Growing against the grain

Away
Away
Find a way
To shed the skin of this former life
To shred all the evidence of losses
I will find a way
I'll be gone