chorus
Close enough isn't closing in
Close enough isn't closing in
Close enough isn't closing in
You won't ever climb high enough
Close enough isn't closing in
You won't ever run fast enough
chorus
Close enough isn't closing in
Close enough isn't closing in
Close enough isn't closing in
You won't ever climb high enough
Close enough isn't closing in
You won't ever run fast enough
chorus
Close enough isn't closing in
We're climbing higher and higher
Close enough isn't closing in
We're running faster and faster
Close enough isn't closing in
We're climbing higher and higher
Close enough isn't closing in
We're running faster and faster
outro
Confine these treacherous undoings
We choose what we're given
And I live, so I'll live in these brief unmeasurable intervals called moments
But the only thing I get to keep are the sticks and stones
Just like memories, these will break and crumble in to scraps and splinters
outro
When the hourglass has been crushed
I am just a man pouring my own sand in the pools I created
So I look up, staring wide then sealing my eyelids tight
Crossing fingers over hands
Hearing myself screaming to this man on the moon
It's too loud, can he even hear my cries?
I dream of spinning wheels marking the late canopies
When they should drive me home
outro
Don't fly away again, little mocking bird, you should sing for me
It's been so long since I heard the melody of a thousand running springs
And now the reminiscence just reminds me of myself
Why would I need to tell myself
About how I never learned to fly with my own arms
And how can anyone in cloud state even listen if I couldn't
outro
My feet are soar from all this dancing with an axe in my arm
It never tasted wood and I can never really build a ladder tall enough
I can climb these walls around me and I can outrun my past
But only for so long, until there are no winds
To catch the sails that I've sown
And my lungs have dried out from all the anger I've burnt
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I'll be staring wide at the velvet canopy
Then closing my eyes, crossing fingers over hands
Hearing myself whispering words of hope and humility
To a wind that I believe will carry my prayers to one who listens
Writer(s): Eddie Anders Berg, Alex Arnoldsson, Harald Richard Barrett, Peter Carl Hanstroem, Fredrik Anders Daniel Rosdahl