The first born, my heart will call
Truly, a God-like boy of the sky
The fog hissed away, like a movie
And serpents go home for the night
The thundercloud rain hits the freeway
The clowns put on make-up for show
The nightfall, my "skin crawl" kind of evening
Yeah, how the wind, she blows
And how the wind, she blows . . .
But I want you to come in closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
In closer
Come dancing with devils
Need not know their name
But we'll waltz like an army
For the fear of our pain
And our souls become useless
As the day they were born
And the rusted arm rocking chair
Away from your storm
But still, the truth remains lethal
A lie made by man
Where my shoes become hammers
And my words become sand
I'm like a sour patch, a wedding batch
Of roses you threw across my floor
In the rusted arm rocking chair
Away from your storm
But I want you to come in closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
I want you to come in closer
Please, in closer
I really do . . .
Come in closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
Just come in closer
In closer . . .
I want you to . . .
I want you to . . .
I want you to . . .
Just to close in closer
In closer . . .