Want To Be Close

In the light men're crossing over lone shadows
 Wearing veiled slight hopes for intimacy
 Talking how they've become the blue saints
 Above cold ground wondering if light flows down
 In the light men're crossing over dried river
 Without hope for water to stay alive
 They all feel thirst looking over dried river
 So now that's only feed for intimacy.
 Want to be close
 To be close

At the last moment their souls sing
 Along haunting voice of lone shadows
 Hoping they could search for lost minds
 Will they come through intimacy?
 Want to be close
 Want to be close

At the last moment their souls sing
 Along haunting voice of lone shadows
 Hoping they could search for lost minds
 Will they come through intimacy?
 Want to be close
 Want to be close