A God-like boy of the sky The fog hissed away like a movie And serpents go home for the night The thundercloud rain hits the freeway The clowns put on makeup for show The nightfallmy skin crawl kind of evening And how the wind she blows How the wind she blows Chorus I want you to come closer Come in closer. Come in closer. I want you to come in closer Come in closer. Come in closer. I want you to come in closerin closer Come dancing with devils Need not to know their names We ll waltz like an army For the fear of our pain Our souls become useless As the day they were born In a rusted arm rocking chair Away from your storm But stillthe truth remains lethal A lie made by man Where my shoes become hammers And my words become sand Like a sour patcha wedding batch Of roses you threw across my floor In the rusted arm rocking chair Away from your storm Chorus I really do

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