Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore.
Let it go, let it go
Leave a shirt and hit the floor.
...
The skin glows white on the Sherlock tonight, not a hickey to be seen.
A kingdom of the deduction and it looks like there's no queen.
The lungs are filling, shirt is Straining. Buttons out!
Couldn't keep him in, heaven knows they tried.
...
Don't let chest out, don't let them see.
Be the good button you always had to be.
Conceal, don't feel.
Don't let them know.
Well, now they know.
...
Let it go, let it go.
Can't hold it back anymore.
Let it go, let it go.
Leave a shirt and hit the floor.
And here they held and here they'll lie
Let it go, let it go.
The floor never bothered them anyway.
...
It's funny how some tailors make purple shirt so small,
creat fears that this buttoned shirt can't hold him anymore.
Buttons fall on the cold floor and he finelly can breaths.
We know shirt is destroyed but we're drooling too much to grieve.
...
Let it go, let it go.
Can't hold it back anymore.
Let it go, let it go.
Leave a shirt and hit the floor.
And here they held and here they lay.
Let it go, let it go.
The floor never bothered them anyway.
...
Standing naked without buttons on the shirt.
We won't find them.
His chest was behind them, all we can is watch.
...
Let it go, let it go.
Can't hold it back anymore.
Let it go, let it go.
Leave a shirt and hit the floor.
And here they held and here they lay.
Let it go, let it go.
The floor never bothered them anyway.
...
Let it go.
Let it go, let it go.
Let it go.