Some things are best left behind Left to fade and not leave a trace Stop thinking of someone you knew Forget that face
Let the details just slip from your mind A story that that no-one can tell No fingers that point back to you So what the hell? It's just out of reach, up in the air Who knows how the pieces will land There's a twist in the road Round the next bend But the wheel's in your hands The wheel's in your hands As above, so below Let your colours fly! Let the good times roll! Back to the start, to wipe the slate Cut away that part, forget that face Cut! To a house on a hill No-one lives there anymore The windows are all boarded up Forget that place
And it's into the centre we rise All there is is all that you see Nothing is hidden away No mystery It's just out of reach, up in the air Who knows how the pieces will land There's a twist in the road Round the next bend But the wheel's in your hands The wheel's in your hands As above, so below Let your colours fly! Let the good times roll! Back to the start, to wipe the slate Cut away that part, forget that face