Closer

monuments of stone crafted in my dreams a sudden sense of grief the room was changing hibernating sounds soft and cold like snow a disremembered line your face was paling I swear you've gone away from the in-between appearing closer with every beat it's in my nature to make a scene stepping out of my mind I saw you from above in pink fluorescent light a promise from the past when truth was made up burn it to the ground it's time we let it go you still remember centuries that never happened --- Closer - Chain Wallet