Close to You

If I'm honest, I wasn’t devastated
But you could've held my hands 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
(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