You’re the closest thing that I can’t see
Dust and smoke and rubble all around.
My mind reeling with things almost forgotten
My head, my head, it sings with delicious pain
Running forwards and backwards in the sunny day.

I am safe on a park bench.
Children play around.
But when I look up, all I see are bodies on the ground
I hear sirens in the air
Coughing fits in the distance
I am alone in the midst of persistence.

Sing to me nightmares of the future
Breathe in me the solitude of the present
There are blisters on my feet, calluses forming proud
And yet I know the past nips at my heels urging,
“Find him! Find him! Take him as your own!”
But I know, I know the moment he’s mine the world loses hold.

Who am I to take this sweetness for myself?
To condemn the world on a brink of war
Because I don’t want to be lonely anymore?
He’s been lonely for so long too, lonely and singing and reminding me of the blues.
I can sing the blues because as he walks past me
He’s the closest thing that I refuse to see.