You talk about attraction
But I only heard subtraction,
It's me leaving a building
It's you fleeing a country,

Still I count my numbers
If they are repeating,
Showing up
In various places,

I pay attention for a while
Before I lose my faith
In reading signs,
You know the feeling when magic dies.

But I paint you the sky
If you ask me for a cloud,
Tender is the Night,
Your lightning striking through the Sky.

The one that I painted,
So I can only blame me,
For me leaving a building,
And hating you for fleeing,

For being in love
With someone else
And when I was ready to tell you that,
You told me you were coming back.

And just like that, you are gone again.