On and on like a rush song, like a long one. You're the miss in the partnership, yeah the right one. There will come a day when I bury you, I will go the same way, together, Whatever there awaits us I'm gonna get through.
And the closet thing to Jesus is suffering, And the closet thing between us is air. Don't say a word, that's not enough.
Makes me sick when I think of it in the wrong way, Shitting bricks when I enter it in my bad brains. Like a wound up toy I'm kicking and a screaming, Emo boy, naïve and semi functioning. Hey this is a love song, hands up if you feel it.
And the closet thing to Jesus is suffering, And the closet thing between us is air. Don't say a word, that's not enough.
And the closet thing to Jesus is suffering, And the closet thing between us is air. And the moment that's between us is everything, Don't say a word, that's not enough.
