Connecticut - The Impossibles

From the subject to the predicate

you let me know

you’re leaving connecticut

first flight tomorrow.

I’ve been seperated from you

lost track of time we’ve lost it’s true

dearly departed from you

now to be split in two

What more can I say?

I dont have the words to make you stay

my sentences falter, break, and fade

From the ticket desk to the baggage check

you felt so cold, last kisses for proper etiquette

before you let me go What more can I say?

I don’t have the words to make you stay

my sentences falter, break and fade

What could I say, what could i do when it’s all been up to you

how can I take what you put me through

when it’s all been up to you…

what could i say, what could i do when it’s all been up to you

how can I take what you put me through

when it’s all been up to you…

From the subject to the predicate

you let me know

you’re leaving connecticut

you won’t let me follow.