We Can All Run Away Now They’re All Dead And Gone

One step too far is not far enough away from you
Stay close to me, don't relax your grip on my right hand
But you are all I really want in this life
You could be the summer rain on my face
Push a little tear into my eyelid
Don't torture yourself thinking that it must end
Don't turn your head, pretend they're all dead and gone by now
Can you feel that?
Feels like breath on the back of my neck
But you are all I really want in this life
You could be the summer rain on my face
Push a little tear into my eyelid
Don't torture yourself thinking that it must end