The Ones Who Help to Set the Sun

Watching my window, I was led like a child. As the roadway lamplights misguided my mind through the night. A shadow of limits, we were racing the rain. My hands held the wheel, my eyes tried to hold their place. There must have been a time when I thought that you were watching. It had to be when my senses lost control. I thought I'd slipped away, I thought I could still feel us moving. It must have been a cloud, no bigger than a man's hand. Every reason I risk my life to come back to you is locked behind your door, you're my immunity. Outside I watched you burn, heavy hearts were bleeding. A cry for help, a familiar voice, my melting hands streaked the glass. As I walked away I wondered what had really happened. Had I run out of time, did I push myself too far? As my last step fell I felt my hands upon the wheel. Had I come back to life or did I ever leave at all? In higher lives we seem to be always a moment too late. We're past the time when we looked on. Now we're the ones who help to set the sun. This time for real I locked the door behind me. My mind was still a wreck from what I saw. For when my hands are still I'll recognize the message. Never again will my senses lose control. In higher lives we seem to be always a moment too late. We're past the time when we looked on. Now we're the ones who help to set the sun.