I will be honest, I wasn′t devastated

But you could've held my hand through this, baby

Let my mind run underneath warm jets

I run my hands through what′s left

But we're getting older, baby

Don't have much longer baby

Why am I preaching?

To this choir, to this atheist

Just like mine versions of these belong to you

After a while

They′re keeping me close to you

(Just like me, they long to be

Close to you)