He's out there chasing sunsets
but how i wish you knew,
that sunsets can't be called sunsets
unless you see them too.

I have no need for sunsets
because i walk behind,
i long to tell you how i feel
but words i can not find.

I catch you pretty butterflies
just so that you can see them,
you look and smile and think for a while
until you make me free them.

You long for something different
something else that is not me,
i guess i'll always be a puddle
while you will crave the sea.

Why do you wish for things afar
when i am standing here?
without you sunset is no more
than a falling crimson tear.

We used to look at Rainbows
and pray for sun and showers,
sun rise to set we'd just forget
as we would talk for hours.

So he can keep his sunsets
and i really want him to,
coz all the while he's chasing them
i get to be near you.