you're an object on the horizon standing still.
An infinite amount of space between us all,
like an impossible puzzle to be solved.
and would you stop running too?
You should slow down, and give me a chance,
Take my hand.
or things work out, just because you say so.
So light up the phoenix, and don't take me with you.
the simpler theory is easier to see trough.
But nothing in this world is the same,
and i've lost the ability to read your face.
you're my definition, an horizon away.
And it's not like only god knows.
I guess i grew tired of looking at your halo.