Never Get Close - The Slow Revolt

What’s it going to be

It’s still the morning

Choices at your feet

Don’t hide

You can’t hide

But the language that they speak.

Your tongue gets twisted

And your game is weak

And you can’t lie

You won’t lie

‘False love

Nothing here but false love'

Nothing that you dreamed of

Nothing that you need

You, reckoning defeat

But I remember you with the bit between your teeth

And the light

In your eyes

.in all your malady

Show me the fervour

Show me the heat

When the night

Was in our sights

But you say.

‘False love

There’s nothing here but false love'

Nothing that you dream of

Nothing that that you need

But real love;

If you’re holding out for ‘Real Love'

You’ll be yearning as the nights blur into days;

Is this everything you wait for?

These unbending rules

Will keep you in this room

Quarantined and true

And they’ll never get close to you

These unbending rules

Will keep you in this gloom

Quarantined and true

But they can’t get close

(So) What’s it going to be?

I’ve seen you naked

I’ve seen you weak

With every confession

That you can’t compete

I hear an echo

Inside of me

I know those shadows

And how they creep

I feel the devils always biting at your feet

I know the distance from the company you keep

The isolation

With which you sleep

These unbending rules

Keep you in this room

Quarantined and true

And they’ll never get close to you

May they never get close to you