I met a dying sun, all red and gold

My lighter wouldn't catch a flame,

So the stars came slowly,

and we said goodbye

Is it not enough to be in love?

I thought I was ready

there's always questions,

a pulse that refuses to steady

I tried to write a reprise for last night,

But the lyrics are in the air,

while pages are filled with your name

 unfocused, like the sky behind the dangling strings of a kite