Heavy air and easy talk could be an option if I had never lied
Never cried
And one day had let you go

But I never released it all
Wouldn’t give up the ghost that had lain to rest in my arms
You stood by, waiting for me to rise and walk away with you

After waiting for the next call to come in, you clicked over
Leaving me holding this former bag of gold
A treasure no longer worth its weight

So you want to see me bagless with arms free
Light and windy like our wonderful city
Well…it depends…
Can I put you on hold?