Brett Dennen - Closer To You
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Well I’ve tasted love so sweet
Played around but not for keeps
I never been knocked off my feet
Till you came along
In the room surrounding me
Are angels I cannot see
I know they come to carry me to
Where I belong
Closer to you, closer to you
I’m singing like a sailor strutting up your avenue
Like a clown in a costume shop
With a pocket full of jewels
All the knocks upon your door
Footsteps fallen on your floor
All the shipwrecks on your shore
Mean nothing to me
All the crooks on Capitol Hill
Criminals on the dollar bills
All the money on Wall Street still
Couldn’t keep me from getting
Closer to you. Closer to you
Like a priest on a pulpit preaching to an empty room
Like a drunk in a dive bar in the early afternoon
Closer to you.
