Art of Almost (HQ)

No!

I froze

I can't be so

Far away from my wasteland

I never know when I might

Ambulance

Hoist the horns with my own hands

Almost

AlmostI 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 and

I could blame it all on dust

The art of almost

Almost

Almost

AlmostI'll hold it up

I'll shake the grail

Disobey across the waves

Tomorrow

I'll have all the love I could ever ache

And I'll leave almost with you

All of almost

AlmostArt of almost, almost

Art of almost, almost

Songwriters

JEFF TWEEDYPublished by

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