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Closer to crawling out of my skin,

Don't know where the end is but don't know where to begin.

She said she'll never tire of living alone,

How can you talk to someone when you can't feel the phone?

She said she'll never, ever, live with the ghosts outside.

And now the footsteps are closer than my beating heart.



This something is crawling under my skin,

Is there something in this room or is something within?

You know it's getting stronger, controlling me,

And everywhere I turn there's nothing looking at me.

And well I'll never, ever, deal with the ghosts inside.

And now the breath on my neck gets faster again...



Well you can love me,

But never call my name.

Until we're living in the same world,

Together once again.



So how much longer,

Do we have to wait?

Shall we stay sat on the fence or should we head to gate?

Cos I can't live in fear, these footsteps are real,

Our time here is done, it's time to move on.



Well you can love me,

But never call my name,

Until we're living in the same world,

Together once again.



Two lives, taken from each other,

Who has won it's one or the other,

So close together, so far apart.

Is it flesh on my bones?

Or love in my heart?