I found my old diary today And it took my breath away To see the first time I ever wrote your name Next to a heart and a question mark The pages yellow, the ink still dark Oh, it might as well Have flowed straight from my veins We can't go back to the place Where we started from And I know we can't face What we've become That quiet boy whose secrets never crossed his lips That bright-eyed girl with the world at her fingertips Let them walk away Going hand in hand Don't make them stay In this empty promise land I saw your search history tonight Ivory Coast, a midnight flight Would you meet someone? Or go there on your own? On each side of this old bed I swear we might as well be dead Our bodies touch But out spirits lie alone We can't go back to the place Where we started from And I know we can't face What we've become This woman whose blood is boiling underneath her skin This lonely guy who's just longing for his dreams again Let them walk away Going hand in hand Don't make them stay In this empty promise land Let them walk away Going hand in hand Don't make them stay In this empty promise land