Art Of Almost

作词：Jeff *****y

作曲：Jeff *****y

I can't be so far away from my wasteland

I'll never know when I might ambulance

or hoist their hearts with my own hands

Almost... almost...

I heard a faint old age lover

I had other ways to help myself

By calling out, open up my heart and fall

And I blame it all on dust, the art of almost

Almost... almost...

I hold it up, shake the grade

Disobey across the waves, tomorrow

I have all the love I can ever ache

and I leave the most with you, art of almost

Almost... almost...