Distracted - Michael Sweet

What I want I do not do, and what I don’t I think I will

The farther away, the more you feel

I scratch the itch of older needs as the razor slickens as I bleed

The farther away, the less you feel

Distracted from distractions by You

Sometimes whispers, sometimes rain

And it’s pulling me back beside You

Distracted from distractions by You

Sometimes presents, sometimes pain

Your name is like the sky, the mountains cannot hide

It’s easy when your voice is mine, to leave the thieves and rust behind

The farther away, the less you feel

Handing me such precious things, that kings would only dream to bring

The farther away, the more you feel

Distracted from distractions by You

Sometimes whispers, sometimes rain

And it’s pulling me back beside You

Distracted from distractions by You

Sometimes presents, sometimes pain

Your name is like the sky the mountains cannot hide