there where you were, a half-empty jar,
and I’m running out of you,
stretching it out, now that you’re farther,
what else can I do?
+++ I’m running out, running out, running out of you..

can I borrow a cup when it’s used up,
gather it like dew?
or is it enough that I tasted it once,
back before I knew I’d be
+++ running out, running out, running out of you..
+++ I’m running out, running out, running out of you..

and we gave up after we tried everything we knew
and you were the wellspring,
and I was the water running out of you,
+++ I’m running out, running out, running out of you,
+++ I’m running out, running out, running out of you…