Are you a breeze that ruffles the hem
On my dress as I pass?
Are you the hurricane I cannot escape?
Is silence the rain you leave
In puddles at the steps when you walk in?

Would you come back to me if
I ran through the night
And became covered in the inky black sky?

I am less than the butterflies in my stomach
But I think I could be more for you –
If you promise to be the sunshine.

Already you are a perfect chord
While I am just the harmonies.
Where ever you go I follow.

I am only the seconds falling off
The watch hanging on your wrist
Somehow you still manage to tell the time
And wake me from a dream.

All this because you are the gun
And I – the bullet heading through the glass.