Besedila: Echobelly. Close... But.

You're moving in a circle
I'm coming on in a little dizzy spells
And the room is all forlorn
We could be stuck in substance hell
Some more of this is what we need
So hand in hand and off we sway

I'm not that close
I'm not that close to you
I'm not that close
I'm not that close to you

Your face is taking pictures of itself
I close my eyes and sighs explode
We cello tape the telephone
And all the little voices grow
Some more of this is what we need
So hand in hand and off we sway

I'm not that close
I'm not that close to you, oh, oh, oh
I'm not that close
I'm not that close to you

It's only the state I'm in
And I'm about to come down
It's only the mess within in about to come out
La, la, la, la, la, la [unverified]

It's only the state I'm in
I'm about to come down
It's only the mess within is about to come out

I'm not that close
I'm not that close to you
I'm not that close
I'm not that close to you, no