Almost With You - The Church

See the chains which bind the men

Can you taste their lonely arrogance

It’s always too late

And your face is so cold

They struggled for this opulence

See the suns which blind the men

Burnt away so long before our time

Now their warmth is forgotten and gone

Pretty maids not far behind

Who you trying to get in touch with

I’m almost with you

I can sense it wait for me

I’m almost with you

Is this the taste of victory

I’m almost with you

See the dust which fills your sleep

Does it always feel this chill near the end

I never dreamed we’d meet here once more

This life reserved for a friend