Closer کے بول

I'm waking up to see the same. My eyes are tired & my head's to blame. The mirror clouds reflection in a haze. The tick tock of the grandfather clock will be heard again. All i hear are a million voices. The one i need now speaks in different tongue to me This is the last time i will be wondering If i'm wasting time writing a cherished song to say. Is this the last time i will be wondering If these tired words could make a difference anyway. Staring at a blank television screen Only those blinded could know exactly what i mean. The burning embers in the fireplace Seem to be losing warmth, escaping without a trace. Still all i hear are a million voices. The one i need now speaks in different tongue to me Rule out the miscommunication If the telephone keeps swinging side to side. Don't be afraid to see my face again And i won't shy from letting you try.