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The closer I am
To your faded hand
The cold inch of air
That threatens my bed
Where you used to stand

The ghost at my arm
The kiss on my neck
So strange this house that I'm in
It's not what I meant by those things I said

The frost on the glass
The wheels on the road
The soft white machine
That holds you between
The coming and going

The closer I am
The closer I get
The further you drift from this place
While I cling to your face in my head

The closer I am
To your threaded hand
The cold slice of air
That holds by my bed
Where you used to stand

The closer I am
The closer I am   To your faded hand   The cold inch of air   That threatens my bed   Where you used to stand      The ghost at my arm   The kiss on my neck   So strange this house that I'm in   It's not what I meant by those things I said      The frost on the glass   The wheels on the road   The soft white machine   That holds you between   The coming and going      The closer I am   The closer I get   The further you drift from this place   While I cling to your face in my head      The closer I am   To your threaded hand   The cold slice of air   That holds by my bed   Where you used to stand      The closer I am