Now while the beat is slow here in your arms I sway now that the light is low something I want to say I guess you've known it for a while but I mean trouble I only want to see you smile and I burst this bubble the hardest thing is to let go when love is real like a flower loves a bee but I know you're meant to give yourself to someone else, not me And I could carry on with you does that sound crazy? I think you feel the same way too and you can't face it, the hardest thing is to let go but it's not defeat when you set somebody free and you know you're meant to be yourself with someone else, not me Can you let go? 'cause that's love that's real like a flower loves a bee and you know you're meant to give yourself to someone else, not me somebody else, not me somebody else, not me meant for somebody else, not me somebody else, not me meant for somebody else not me