Light travels in a straight line
From the night light in the hall to the
End of time.
Going past so fast, dazzled by the light.
Flying past the exit in the dead of night.
When I cross over the bridge the moon
Still follows me.
The lights in the park still follow me.
The breathing in the dark still
Follows me.
In all the broken pieces that I left
Behind
There's something everlasting that is
Ill-defined.
There's sadness in the touch of your
Skin on mine.
I still feel the loss of things I could
Not find.
When I cross over the bridge the moon
Still follows me.
The lights in the park still follow me.
The breathing in the dark still
Follows me.