| Try to catch these swings, my love | |
| Before these petals fall to earth | |
| Exposed and wilted in the wind | |
| You know I gave my heart to him | |
| But last, I'm finding out last | |
| Crawling in, crawling in | |
| Last, I'm finding out last | |
| I am so far from lost | |
| I catch your face in shapes of rain | |
| And in the nights when you're away | |
| Nobody told me it was this hard | |
| I search for words that shape these charms | |
| But last, I'm finding out last | |
| Crawling in, crawling in | |
| Last, I'm finding out last | |
| Crawling in, crawling in | |
| Last, I'm finding out last | |
| Crawling in, crawling in | |
| Last, I'm finding out last | |
| I am so far from lost, lost, lost | |
| I'm so far from lost, lost, lost | |
| I thank you so much, much, much | |
| I'm so far from lost, lost, lost | |
| So try to catch these swings, my love | |
| Before these petals score the earth | |
| Exposed and wilted in the dry, dry wind | |
| Before I gave my heart |