Closer - The Temper Trap

She feels the walls with both hands open

Cracked and cold and white

A silent witness to the dying seconds of a wasted life

A trail of events marches upwards where the sun shines bright

And she won’t make it out

But she will free her heart

She will free her heart

She will free her heart

I used to live and breathe for the rage

Until the rage subsides

There'll be a reckoning and all hell to pay

It's going down in style

Now he's looking for a stranger's arms

In the midnight hour

No, he won’t make it out

He can free his heart

He can free his heart

Now keep me closer, closer, closer, still

Now keep me closer, closer, still

Now keep me closer, closer

Now keep me closer, closer, still