Want to be close
To be close
In the light men're crossing over lone shadows
Wearing veiled slight hopes for intimacy
Talking how they've seen the blue saints
Above cold ground wondering if light flows down
In the light men're crossing over dried river
Without hope for water to stay long
They all feel thirst looking over dried river
Now that only seeks for intimacy
Want to be close
To be close
At the last moment their souls sing
Along haunting voices of lone shadows
Hoping they could search for lost minds
Will they come through intimacy
Want to be close
To be close
Want to be close
To be close