the prize

this flame, it sparks and fades, like your fleeting faith in me, and all through the night, i lay awake, 'cause i can feel you slippin' away, and if i saw the signs, i would've seized them, i want to be the prize your eyes are on, and if i'm just a name, you won't remember, tell me that at least we had a moment, don't you, don't you, want to get away, away from here, where the colors are wrong, and you could be the only one, like driftwood, you pick me up, and now watch me wash away, like you forgot, that it gets cold at night, and you need kindling to spark the flame, and if i saw the signs, i would've seized them, i want to be the prize your eyes are on, and if i'm just a name, you won't remember, tell me that at least we had a moment, don't you, don't you, want to get away, away from here, where the colors are wrong, and you could be the only one