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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.