Текст песни Metacarpus - pnut

Closer
You're getting too close with the comfort
I need it, how bout' you come over for me
I hope you're here when I'm still sober
Connect like Dover

Hold her
I'm craving palms like my own, sir
I don't need jagged edged answers from you
Or silly boys to tell me what to do

It's getting colder
I hope you're here when I get older
If I'm not frozen from the corners of time in Ibiza
A higher power wasn't meant for me

Creases on your palms separate like the channels
If they lead me to France whatever would I know
I need you here now sailing a strait towards Barcelona
Your finger patterns to beats, time means so much to me

Creases on your palms separate like the channels
If they lead me to France whatever would I know
I need you here now sailing a strait towards Barcelona
Your finger patterns to beats, time means so much to me