Texty: Alana Davis. Free.

I remember the long warm December we shared
I can still taste the air
You were open and I was hoping you cared
Hoping that you would be there for me
That's the way it was meant to

But I guess that your heart was free
Free to take the best part of me
And leave a hole where my heart should be
Where it used to be

Days are lonely and nights are only a veil
And the air is so stale
I'm still open but I guess you were hoping we'd fail
So you could sail away from me
And return to your open sea where I guess that you need to be
Where you can wander endlessly

Still you know that your heart was free
And you took the best part of me
And left a hole where my heart should be
Where you know it should be

You're for me, I'd have sworn that it was my destiny, oh yeah
But I know you were always free, free to be the best part of me
I'd have loved you endlessly with my heart and soul eternally, eternally
A love the way a love should be-ain't that the way a love should be?
You are free, free to give back the heart of me and replace all this misery

Since you took the best part of me
And left a hole where my heart should be
Where my heart should be