[Intro: Darcie]
Tonight's attitudes all seem to fit the occasion
Most occasions are plain
But now you have a well-designed attack
By inviting what you say what your eyes with what you say
In the end, we know it'll be no worse to indicate who we were tonight
How it in my blood hurts to see you go
And hangs on to my heart while you're still here
We loved that you letting memory burn
And we looked at allowing even a modest pulse-through
First, we'll suffer real despair
Then a willing decline down to where we're darkest
Where we both know certain things
We plumb the inevitable
Or just that some things fail at first attempts
But attempts are never final
There are only final results in economy
And final results in waste
And final results in patients
And final results in work
The rest is unknown
I've never aimed at the future, or tried to evoke truth or direction out of what I had
But now I know: there will be distance
I wonder, what can that mean? "There will be distance"?
And is it cold there?
Is it chronic?
Or will anxiety have some role
And will they all need introductions?
Distance, meet anxiety
Anxiety, meet the cold
The thing is still, that you will be gone
And I'll have to leave the lights on
So you can see to go
[Verse: Jason Molina]
Wonder what that could mean
There will be distance
Distance meet anxiety
Anxiety meet the cold
Distance meet anxiety
Anxiety meet the cold
The thing is still, you will be gone
I’ll have to leave the lights on
So you can see to go
You can't see to go
You can't see to go
You can't see to go
You can't see to go
You can't see to go
You can't see to go