It’s just a feeling,
The loss of what used to be.
The hardest love is healing
The plaster on the ceiling, peeling
As you wait for your heart to breathe,
It’s just a feeling.
The moment when your heart stops beating
There’s always a door to leave.
But the hardest love is healing
Yet on the night the dawn is creeping, reeling
The darkness finds relief.
Change makes its own feelings
Then run in the meadow, singing
The bright light isn’t hard to see.
It’s just a feeling
Live a day free of meaning,
Color a life that’s turned to grey
It may be strong but It’s just a feeling,
The hardest love is healing