The sight of ferris wheels and bright lights Gets me all rallied up You know I'll be there And amongst a million people, I see your face and you walk by (Don't turn around)
I'm forced to see you But deep down I love it So far away, but I still see you coming, alright Hopefully we run into each other
You just never know We might dance slow At somebody's wedding that we used to know At a picture show, at a funeral You're two rows behind me and it's hard to not turn around (Bringing up the past starts a real big fire) (Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire) Don't turn around (Bringing up the past starts a real big fire) (Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire)
I love this time of year, the night lights look like the Fourth of July Not quite America, but bright enough for me to see you in the crowd Small enough for me to watch you walk on by It's pressure on my eyes (Don't turn around)
I'm forced to see you But deep down I love it So far away, but I still see you coming, alright Let it go Hopefully we run into each other
You just never know We might dance slow At somebody's wedding that we used to know At a picture show, at a funeral You're two rows behind me and it's hard to not turn around (Bringing up the past starts a real big fire) (Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire) Don't turn around (Bringing up the past starts a real big fire) (Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire)
Oh, something good better come out of this I don't even know how to exist Like it or not, I'm a minute away Swallow my tongue and it hurts every day Wearing the jacket you bought in '06 How do you keep it together like this Never again, I'm a nervous wreck Please don't repeat anything that I said
I'm forced to see you But deep down I love it So far away, but I still see you coming, alright Let it go, let it go Hopefully we run into each other
You just never know We might dance slow At somebody's wedding that we used to know At a picture show, at a funeral You're two rows behind me and it's hard to not turn around (Bringing up the past starts a real big fire) (Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire) Don't turn around (Bringing up the past starts a real big fire) (Make a girl fly like a bird on a wire)
Let it go, let it go Let it go, let it go
Compositor: Amy Louise Billings ECAD: Obra #18826321 Fonograma #16328105