The Closest Lyrics

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