Close At Hand

Lyrics: SCARECROW Music: SCARECROW 【未经Copyright人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】 sending a link to the noodle shop waiting for the weekend drop weekend goes and the shop is closed eating cold rice in my own clothes screen is bright room is dark we collect the tickets but we never go to the park you know my bedtime you know my score but my old shoes never touched your door we saved the mountain we saved the sea but we never share a cup of tea my real coat has a cigarette scar three am and you say goodnight watching the ceiling fade to white i know how you type and how you smile reach my hand out right now only touch the glass and the cold profile screen is bright room is dark we collect the tickets but we never go to the park you know my bedtime you know my score but my old shoes never touched your door we saved the mountain we saved the sea but we never share a cup of tea where do we go nowhere to go what do we do nothing to do who are we now just a friend in the phone where do we go sitting alone you know my bedtime you know my score but my old shoes never touched your door we saved the mountain we saved the sea but we never share a cup of tea close the screen just a game