[Bibliophile]

Tonight you're letting go, under the burning glow
We're too young to hold this all on our own
All that came and went riding them by the winds
Blowing through the trees, she could feel it on her skin
Walking the lost streets, no one ever shares
Cry yourself to sleep, waiting on a little prayer
Bags are by the door, hearts are on the floor
There's a bottle of tears on the dresser drawer

Nobody knows the trouble we've seen
Nobody knows the price of this dream
And nobody knows what it took to believe
Nobody

She wants to be free