Let go of control, and see its true name.
Does it hurt so bad when your toe hits the frame?
Does it hurt so bad when you are the one to blame?
Does it hurt so bad when you lose the game?

Let go of control, and see its true face.
When you swim beneath and you find something you don’t want to mess.
When you swim beneath and everything seems less.
When you swim beneath and you know it’s too embarassing for you to surface.

Let go of control, and break its spell.
One day it’s heaven, another day it’s hell.
Once in a while, you should ring the bell.
About awful things nobody has the heart to tell.

Let go of control, and see it yourself.
That fearsome things you don’t want to put on the shelf.
That beautiful memories you regretted that you have.
That mysteries you wished you have cracked and left.

Because sometimes, the solution is not your brain.
It’s not your heart.
It’s not your smile, your touch, and your breadth.
It’s not your tears, it’s not your voice.
Sometimes, the solution has nothing to do with you.

Sometimes, you are the air, and the sand, and salt water that splashes on the gulf and gulps the tiny creatures.
Sometimes, you are that silent stone in the middle of the river, the morning fog blanketing the hill.
Sometimes, you just exist, you don’t have to thrill.

So let go of control, dear, loosen up that grip.
Live with an open hand, enjoy every drip.
Sometimes you will soar, sometimes you will trip.
It’s okay dear, control is just a temporary gift.