Lyrics

Whether it be castles with crutch kings or remnants of such things is neither here nor there.
'Cause the mission that calls ya, that brings 'round nostalgia, it poisons the air.
I vaguely remember being young one December, do you remember growing old?
And the past tense reflection on misguided direction has left me callous and cold.

So I wanted to tell you that...

You're so close, yet so far away.
Oh, I promise if you will see this thing through that you'll be okay.

The words the run from you do not become you, so put them aside.
'Cause the mind if left unused, like the logic you've refused, champions no great divide.
My souvenirs and misplaced fears are collecting dust in a box marked "null."
And the crums you devour in the corner where you cower nurish neither body nor mind nor soul.

You're so close, yet so far away.
Oh, I promise if you will see this thing through that you'll be okay.