| My sun is setting over her magic |
| equal parts caring and tragic |
| I’ll be burning for awhile |
| my heart’s sinking under the weight |
| of things so real I can hardly tell |
| if it’s you or if it’s me |
| but she doesn’t like that |
| she says that I’m out there |
| but she’ll never know if thats for sure |
| I was there when you sang to your father |
| told him all of the beauty to come |
| I’ll remember for awhile |
| but now my heart is breaking under the weight |
| of things so clear I can hardly tell |
| if it’s you or if it’s me |
| but she doesn’t like that |
| she says that I’m out there |
| but she’ll never know if that’s for sure |
| she doesn’t like that |
| she says that I’m out there |
| but she’ll never know if that’s for sure |
| she doesn’t like that |
| she says that I’m out there |
| but she’ll never know if that’s for sure |
| my sun is setting over her magic |
| equal parts caring and tragic |
| I’ll be burning for awhile |