Near

Near - Paper Arrows

Restless dreams are taking flight

Along the darkness of a quiet night

On the heights of the avenue

We build our lives within these rooms

Close your eyes

I'll dry your tears

And when you wake

I'll be near

In the sky beneath the planes

You breathe in time I try to do the same

We rise at dawn we ride the trains

And dream of growing old of trembling again

Close your eyes

I'll dry your tears

And when you wake

I'll be near

When you wake

I'll be near