I can't be so far away from my wasteland
I'll never know when I might ambulance
or hoist their hearts with my own hands
Almost... almost...
I heard a faint old age lover
I had other ways to help myself
By calling out, open up my heart and fall
And I blame it all on dust, the art of almost
Almost... almost...
I hold it up, shake the grade
Disobey across the waves, tomorrow
I have all the love I can ever ache
and I leave the most with you, art of almost
Almost... almost...
1 | How To Fight Loneliness |
2 | Jesus, Etc. |
3 | You And I |
4 | I'll fight |
5 | Born Alone |
6 | My Darling |
7 | One Sunday Morning |
8 | Impossible Germany |
9 | I Might |
10 | Either Way |