Better When You're Close

Pick me up and hold me close.

I never want to let you go.

Two figures reaching out, almost touching hands.

As if that's some kind of proof.

I tremble when you touch me,

I feel like I'm on my knees.

I can't wait 'til you touch me,

Your heart beats on my sleeve.

I know,

Pull me in close,

Taking our time until you can feel it.

I know,

We can get so high,

Pulling away so that I don't feel your

Presence,

Fucked up when you're present,

So I don't feel so.

Fucked up when you're present,

Wishing you were with me,

Better when you're close.

Nervous talk, nervous laugh.

Dusty face and salty hands.

Flying through the desert lands.

A strangled voice,

But it feels like heaven.

I tremble when you touch me,

I feel like I'm on my knees.

I can't wait 'til you touch me,

Your heart beats on my sleeve.

I know,

Pull me in close,

Taking our time until you can feel it.

I know,

We can get so high,

Pulling away so that I don't feel your

Presence,

Fucked up when you're present,

So I don't feel so.

Fucked up when you're present,

Wishing you were with me,

Better when you're close.