Closing In -

Silent scars build this place

Sonic bars surrounded stage

Painted smiles the puny bait

Moving limbs to fascinate

Begin the dream I wake instead

On gold lined silver plates their heads

A smothering embrace

This tiny breathing space

I see our distance closing in

Speak to me your hunger

But reach for me no longer

Painted smiles the puny bait

Moving limbs to fascinate

Begin the dream I wake instead

On gold lined silver plates their heads

A smothering embrace

This tiny breathing space

I see our distance closing in

Awaited fall from grace

With drowned and wetted face

I feel our limbs are growing thin