| Song | The Closer I Am |
| Artist | The Accidental |
| Album | There Were Wolves |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bailey, Cracknell, Genders | |
| The closer I am | |
| To your faded hand | |
| The cold inch of air | |
| That threatens my bed | |
| Where you used to stand | |
| The ghost at my arm | |
| The kiss on my neck | |
| So strange this house that I'm in | |
| It's not what I meant by those things I said | |
| The frost on the glass | |
| The wheels on the road | |
| The soft white machine | |
| That holds you between | |
| The coming and going | |
| The closer I am | |
| The closer I get | |
| The further you drift from this place | |
| While I cling to your face in my head | |
| The closer I am | |
| To your threaded hand | |
| The cold slice of air | |
| That holds by my bed | |
| Where you used to stand | |
| The closer I am |
| zuo qu : Bailey, Cracknell, Genders | |
| The closer I am | |
| To your faded hand | |
| The cold inch of air | |
| That threatens my bed | |
| Where you used to stand | |
| The ghost at my arm | |
| The kiss on my neck | |
| So strange this house that I' m in | |
| It' s not what I meant by those things I said | |
| The frost on the glass | |
| The wheels on the road | |
| The soft white machine | |
| That holds you between | |
| The coming and going | |
| The closer I am | |
| The closer I get | |
| The further you drift from this place | |
| While I cling to your face in my head | |
| The closer I am | |
| To your threaded hand | |
| The cold slice of air | |
| That holds by my bed | |
| Where you used to stand | |
| The closer I am |
| zuò qǔ : Bailey, Cracknell, Genders | |
| The closer I am | |
| To your faded hand | |
| The cold inch of air | |
| That threatens my bed | |
| Where you used to stand | |
| The ghost at my arm | |
| The kiss on my neck | |
| So strange this house that I' m in | |
| It' s not what I meant by those things I said | |
| The frost on the glass | |
| The wheels on the road | |
| The soft white machine | |
| That holds you between | |
| The coming and going | |
| The closer I am | |
| The closer I get | |
| The further you drift from this place | |
| While I cling to your face in my head | |
| The closer I am | |
| To your threaded hand | |
| The cold slice of air | |
| That holds by my bed | |
| Where you used to stand | |
| The closer I am |