And I just wanna touch Him, but I touch you....

He was in a relationship synonymous with the course of the sun. It arose in the midst of his darkest times in life. As a sinner, he was without God, without love and without understanding. As the sun rose, birds began to sing, the scenery began to change. He met her at a Christian summer camp. She was instrumental in his heart change. He dedicated his life to Christ and they began their happy place. Flowers bloomed. High noon marked the peak of their relationship. Though the summer ended, they did their best to keep their love strong as they parted ways- he went back to Ohio. She went back to California. It's mid afternoon now in the scheme of things, and these love birds are seemingly inseparable. But, every day must turn to evening, must turn to night. As the relationship went on, and as the sun began to set, they were no longer blinded by the infatuation stage. Now, infidelity crept in along with the frustrations it brings. Soon enough, the night fell and he was left with the stress and struggle of dealing with his and her emotions. They both needed Jesus, more of Him. The Son that never sets. Taelor expresses in this melancholy dissertation the reality of it all. He is speaking to her. Telling her that what they experienced was but a temporary gift. They put stock into that gift, but not into the giver. Now, he is left wanting the Giver. While she was left wanting His attributes.