Art of Almost (Demo)

No, I froze

I can't be so far away from my wasteland

I'll never know when I might ambulance

Or hoist the horns with my own hands

Almost

I heard a faint old age true love

But I had other ways to hurt myself

Like calling, I could open up my heart and fall in

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

Almost

I hold it up, I shake the grail

Dissipate across the waves, tomorrow

I have all the love I could ever ache

And I leave almost with you, art of almost

Art of almost

Art of almost

Almost