Hindsight's a wonderful thing
When we're all experts and pretend
Where's a good place to begin
Let's start with the truth
'Cause it gets you in the end
Hangin' the past out to dry
String it up, all of your regrets
No matter how hard you try
They blow round in the breeze
Through the branches in your hair
Still through the leaves
The wind keeps blowing, so
Don't leave me hangin'
I'm coming for you, I'm coming for you
Don't leave me hangin'
I'm coming for you, I'm coming for you
Oh, it's coming for you
Oh, it's coming for you
Hindsight's an unhelpful friend
Who's waiting there at the end
He catches you unaware
With "I told you so"
And the spirit to the stairs
Now that it all seems so clear
You can end the lies from now here
Those bits you'd rather forget
Cut them down, cut them down
And lay them all to rest, cause
Still through the leaves
The wind keeps blowing, so
Don't leave me hangin'
I'm coming for you, I'm coming for you
Don't leave me hangin'
I'm coming for you, I'm coming for you
Oh, it's coming for you
Oh, it's coming for you
Just leave me hanging in breeze if it makes you feel better, cause
Still through the leaves the wind keeps blowing
I could just turn the other cheek if it makes you feel better, cause
Still through the leaves the wind keeps blowing, but
Don't leave me hanging
I'm coming for you, I'm coming for you
Don't leave me hangin'
I'm coming for you, I'm coming for you
Don't leave me hangin'
I'm coming for you, I'm coming for you
Oh, it's coming for you
Oh, it's coming for you
(Don't leave me hangin'
I'm coming for you, I'm coming for you)
Don't leave me hangin'
I'm coming for you, I'm coming for you
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