{: #7
When your favorite food tastes like charcoal on your tongue/
And the fresh air turns black on your lungs/
And the people you love turn their backs on the sun/
And you see your baby making paper guns/

Where is the silver bullet/
You hold the trigger and i’ll pull it/
We don't need oil in the skillet/
Our sun is dying with nothing to kill it/

I’ve never gotten further running in place/
I’ll never go farther if i don’t show face/
I’ll never get a charge if I’m buying in outer space/
And if you aren't running you’ll never keep pace/

#8
Missing you is like needing a fire on a cold winter day/
Being in a cold encampment you flickering while i want you to stay/
Having you is like warm sunshine falling on your back in rays/
Right amongst the fall leaves washing away all the grey/

Missing you is like smelling a hint of vanilla in the air far away/
You know its a candle but what if its a cake hope goes on anyway/
Seeing you is like baking with a brand new cookie tray/
It feels so smooth you don’t even need butter spray/

Knowing you is like breathing in the scent of mint on a holiday/
Seeing your sibling and their friends galavant and play/
Giving a new toy to a rambunctious child/
Everything you do just makes it all worthwhile/