Close To You

I'll be honest, I wasn't devastated But you could've held my hands through this, baby Let my mind run underneath warm jets I run my hands through what's left But we're getting older, baby Don't have much longer, baby Why am I preaching To this choir, to this atheist? Just like mine, versions of these belong to you After a while They're keeping me close to you (Just like me, they long to be) (Close to you)