Art Of Almost

No, I froze

I can't be so

Far away from my wasteland

I'll never know when I might ambulance

Or hoist the horns with my own hands

Almost

Almost

I heard a faint ole', true love

But I had other ways to hurt myself

Like calling

I could open up my heart and fall in

I could blame it all on dust

The art of almost

Almost

Almost

Almost

I hold it up, shake the grail

Dissipate across the waves, tomorrow

I'll have all the love

I could ever ache

And I'll leave almost with you

Art of almost

Almost