Setting Sun (feat. Anya)

The Moon is a dish picked clean

Selfishly consumed by you and me

Your smile is the setting sun

You decide when my day is done

Arms hang around me

Tangled, they are wrapping

What is left to love?

When what we have won’t be enough

I hold onto you

Like you taught me to

Your name bleeds through every page I wrote

Your angry words lodged in your throat

I give to you

My gift for you

I give to you

My gift for you

The Moon is a dish picked clean

Selfishly consumed by you and me

Your smile is the setting sun

You decide when my day is done