I Will Be Honest, I Wasn′t Devastated
But You Could've Held My Hand 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)