You quiver like a candle on fire,
I'm putting you out,
Maybe tonight we could be the last shout,
i'm fascinated by your style,
your beauty will last for a while.

You're feeling instead of being,
The more that i live on the inside,
There's nothing to give,
I'm infatuated by your moves,
I've gotta search hard for clues.

I want to repair your desire,
And call it a gift,
That I stole from just wanting to live,
Now I see the vision through your eyes,
Your innocence no longer fuels surprise.

Trying to out run you fears
Your running to lose,
Heart on your sleave,
and your sole in your shoes.
Take a left,
a sharp left,
and another left,
meet me on the corner.
And we'll start again.