Lyrics

[Verse 1] No, I froze I can't be so far away from my wasteland I'll never know when I might ambulance Or hoist the horns with my own hands Almost [Verse 2] I heard a faint old age true love But I had other ways to hurt myself Like calling, I could open up my heart and fall in I could blame it all on dust, the art of almost Almost [Verse 3] I hold it up, I shake the grail Dissipate across the waves, tomorrow I have all the love I could ever ache And I leave almost with you, art of almost Art of almost Art of almost Almost [Instrumental Outro]