Let go, where are you gonna hide em? Let go, where are you gonna hide em? Let go, where are you gonna hide em? Fantasies feed all the matters of the heart Of what is righteous to your ways of thought And of all the matters of your art Of what is righteous to your gaze Step of the edge Measure the height The abyss found inside Will make you feel very small Let go and as you're flying Time will favor Your hearts labor The purity of your art Fantasies feed all the matters of the heart Of what is righteous to your ways of thought And of all the matters of your art Of what is righteous to your gaze Let go, where are you gonna hide em? Let go, where are you gonna hide em? Let go, where are you gonna hide em? Let go, where are you gonna hide em?