The Closest I've Ever Got to Love - Misophone

I suppose you rose above it all

Think of me quite rarely

But I have the that calls

Curiously to dare me

But it’s quiet and of late

And I’ve redefined my joy

But sometimes as of now

I hear that same voice make its

And all this hapless meandering

an outward stand

And reticent, I remind myself what it used to feel to care

It’s the closest I’ve ever got to love

It’s the closest I’ve ever dard

And reticent, I remind myslf what it used to feel to care

And it’s getting colder now

And I want to see the snow

And the breath of the rest of them

Breaking the glow

It seems to be brittle and and I do

Wait for the smiling thinking of you

And it’s getting colder now

And I want to see the snow

And the breath of the rest of them

Breaking the glow

It seems to be brittle and and I do

Wait for the smiling thinking of you

And it’s getting colder now

And I want to see the snow

And the breath of the rest of them

Breaking the glow

It seems to be brittle and and I do

Wait for the smiling thinking of you

But it’s quiet and of late

And I’ve redefined my joy

But sometimes as of now

I hear that same voice make its

And all this hapless meandering

an outward stand

And reticent, I remind myself what it used to feel to care