on and on like a rush song
you're the miss in the partnership
there will come a day when ill bury you
whatever there awaits us i'm gonna get through
and the closest thing to jesus is suffering
and the closest thing between us is air
makes me sick when i think of it in the wrong way
shitting bricks when i enter it in my bad brains
like a wound up toy i'm kicking and a screaming
naive and semi-functioning
hands up if you feel it. and the closest thing to jesus is suffering
and the closest thing between us is air
and the closest thing to jesus is suffering
and the closest thing between us is air
and the moment that's between us is everything