and i guess i learned the hard way that chasing you is like chasing the sunset Β Β i am running towards you but when i reach out to hold you in my hand fingertips grasp at empty air
a master of disguise appearing so close, but you were distant, off in the distance giving the horizon line goodnight kisses
you belong to the wind the light, the sky, the stars you belong to everything, but you do not belong to me.