how many times have you walked away from me
just until you're standing at the edges of my reach
and now you're looking downward at the shadow
that you're casting
you see that mine is touching
is what that feels like enough for you?
if you can't hold it in your hands can you be sure?
how many times have we walked along this circle
always ending where we started
seems you always get there first
and now you're looking back to see
if I have caught up with you
I wish that I could touch you
but I'll never really get to
you're not mine to hold in these arms anymore...