It takes a lonely second,
but in a moment it is done.
Leave her crying by the bus stop,
then just make your way back.
And as youâre almost faithless,
as youâre almost home,
see those fears rise up again,
same old fears rise up again.
Donât throw your love away,
itâs not your fault .
There are things you believe in,
that you canât let go.
Because itâs there that they catch you,
itâs there that you fail,
and I canât bear to lose you
to the hours, days and weeks.
I count the times youâve almost been here,
I count the times you almost left.
I wonder when you found your future
turned from a promise to a threat.
But if you only knew, boy, just how free you are
to turn from ash and rise again,
to turn from ash and rise again.
Funny, look whoâs talking,
I watch the weeks slip past like days.
But I wonât wait to be saved, no â
the light you find, you find within.
The world is what you make of it,
the world is what you make of it,
the world is what you make of it.
Donât throw your love away,
itâs not your fault ,
you canât make her happy,
youâve just got to let go.
Cos if you only knew, boy, how free you are
to turn from ash and rise again,
turn from ash and rise again.