Distance

Clarity Process

Compositor: Clarity Process / Lyle Mays

My fingers won't erase this.
Traces of your face with mine.
I guess we won't make it home 'til next time.
Don't you wish that it was violent like you said.
Wish that it was you.
I'll feel the warmth of distance and wonder why I'm always cold.
Your hands won't make it easy holding my heart.