Closer to None - George Lynch, Jeff Pilson

I’ve been- called away

A dying wish, a broken gift astray

Conscience- not the same

Encircling me like wind against the rain

But you’ll see me calling

Calling out

It’s what I gotta do

And the day is coming

Coming down

(Hide my head in a hole)

I don’t wanna see

(Destination's out of control)

Oh- I- Don’t wanna see

(Cold face into the sun)

It don’t have to be

CLOSER TO NONE

Can’t escape the burning

Where the ashes bloom

Can’t erode the trembling flame that’s

Still a part of you

Reeling from reaction

Letting go the high

Tried to rape the bleeding light that’s

Keeping you alive

Do you hear me calling

Calling out

There’s not a lot to lose

Cuz the day is coming

Coming down

(Hide my head in a hole)

I don’t wanna see

(Destination's out of control)

Oh- I- Don’t wanna see

(Cold face into the sun)

It don’t have to be

CLOSER TO NONE

I don’t wanna see

It don’t have to be

CLOSER TO NONE