Текст песни Close - Brother Jim

I came so close
To losing my soul
Almost
Lost all my control
Lord, just keep me whole
Dealt some bad hands
On a bad roll
Started falling down
Couldn't get up from the hole
But couldn't let my heart grow cold
Couldn't give up or fold
I took control
Grabbed hold of my soul

My heart was torn
Cold world, full of scorn
Dying once we're born
So we got a lot to mourn

I keep grieving, feeling the grief
She'll be leaving, I know she'll leave
She was my last relief
But if I'm gonna grieve
Let her go, let free, release
I rather keep my soul in me
I rather keep my soul in me

I came so close
To losing my soul
Almost lost all control
Lord, keep my whole
Don't let my heart grow cold
Mmmmhmmmmm