A Second Closer

The room is shrinking down to grey

(grey...) Every ticking second slips away

Inside the fog we try to trace

The cold outline of a fading face

I feel the pressure start to rise

(wash it out) Underneath these heavy skies

Every breath

is a second closer to your last

Watching the shadows that we cast

We are

drowning in the static of the past (ahhhh)

We draw the cold air deep inside (deep inside) Nowhere left for

us to hide

Counting down the shallow beats

On these empty, silent streets

Every breath

is a second closer to your last

Watching the shadows that we cast

We are

drowning in the static of the past (ahhhh)

Closer to your last...

(closer

now)