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)
