You were born into the wild
like a raging fire in the candlelight,
and you turned your eyes
to the distant skies.
But, I am not carved from stone.
When I fall down it shatters bone
and I need a little respect.
Try to live my life without regret.
But, sometimes when you’re by my side
in the clever mystery of souls entwined,
it’s enough to make me justify the loss
when you’re gone.
All the passing of days
through all these sleepless nights,
just can’t fade away
what I see when I look in your eyes.
When you’re gone.
When you’re gone.