I wish

Our path followed the sun The bright, but not the wise White moths around a flame When the warmth it shed Fled over the hills We were lost, left wandering again I could smell the sunshine in your hair I wish that I had held you longer there Our lives will end the same You'll seem so small by then A brushstroke in a painting But when I reach the end And you're the furthest from my head You'll have been in every breath since then I could smell the sunshine in your hair I wish that I had held you longer there Me, here You, there I could smell the sunshine in your hair I wish that I had held you longer there