Silver

I knew I could love him if he would let me in I chased him like a child who chases the wind

Sometimes he'd wrap around me Sometimes he'd get away Like a child I had to have him and like the wind he'd slip away

I believed that the sun rose to shine light on his face and for me the sun would set so the moon could do the same

I believed that I would catch him I believed I'd breathe him in I believed just like a child who chases the wind