The Closer I Am

The closer I am

To your faded hand

The cold inch of air

That threatens my bed

Where you used to stand

The ghost at my arm

The kiss on my neck

So strange this house that I'm in

It's not what I meant by those things I said

The frost on the glass

The wheels on the road

The soft white machine

That holds you between

The coming and going

The closer I am

The closer I get

The further you drift from this place

While I cling to your face in my head

The closer I am

To your threaded hand

The cold slice of air

That holds by my bed

Where you used to stand

The closer I am