I can't love you this much
Because every touch is a dream
and another fragile smile

I'm always trying to run
from you, from them, from myself
but see I'm not that fast
and I'll surely finish last

In the pale moonlight
My irises will burn
from staring at your everything

the day seems to never end
and the night seems to last forever
yet your eyes seem to portend
of dreams that only tell of something above