Almost With You


See the chains which bind the men
Can you taste their lonely arrogance
Its always too late
And your face is so cold
They struggled for this opulence
See the suns which blind the men
Burnt away so long before our time
Now their warmth is forgotten and gone
Pretty maids not far behind

Who you trying to get in touch with
Im almost with you
I can sense it wait for me
Im almost with you
Is this the taste of victory
Im almost with you
See the dust which fills your sleep
Does it always feel this chill near the end
I never dreamed wed meet here once more
This life reserved for a friend