The first born, my heart will call.. [bad word] 
God-like boy of the sky 
The fog hissed away like a movie 
And serpents go home for the night 

The thundercloud rain hits the freeway 
The clowns put on makeup for show 
The nightfall, my skin crawl kind of evening 
And how the wind she blows 
How the wind she blows 

But I want you [bad word] in closer [bad word] in [bad word] in closer. [bad word] in closer  [bad word] dancing with devils 
Need not to know their names 
We'll waltz like an army 
For the fear of our pain 
And our souls [bad word] useless 
As the day they were born 
In [bad word] arm rocking chair 
Away from your storm 

But still, the [bad word] remains lethal 
lie made by man 
Where my shoes [bad word] hammers 
And my words [bad word] sand 
Like a sour patch, a wedding batch 
Of roses you threw across my floor 
In [bad word] arm rocking chair 
Away from your storm 

But I want you [bad word] in closer [bad word] in [bad word] in closer. 
I want you [bad word] in closer, In closer 
I really do [bad word] in closer  [bad word] in closer 
In closer
I want you to
Just [bad word] in closer 
In closer