The Closest

You cover up the lens when you're dreaming Coming off of the stage, you know you will We'll figure it out with enough time The engine of an island Wired up like a mannequin A resonance in a witness Where the hold is liquid You cover up the lens when you're dreaming Coming off of the stage, you know you will We'll figure it out with enough time Come back for the rest of them, Lying on the surface with their heads in the sand The closest are cunning on a poison wine Did you swallow the ocean, all the painted time? Clever burning the ropes after each page turn