you told me if it was just
electricity then this must
be something like a lightning storm
I’ve never heard it thunder more

too many times at night
I’ve wondered in what shining light
you see me, if it’s like I see you
then how come we aren’t both blind fools

it’s scary being so young and all
with more time to go the farther it is to fall
if sincerity in love is below us then why
do I still try to convince you to reach the sky

what separates the times between
the music when you were next to me
and the music I hear now alone
is it just a matter of this space being my own?

how can you elude if you don’t know
you’re being chased, but if so
stand still long enough for me to approach
and tell of my love without reproach.