We’re surrounded by countless others
My friends, your friends,
Like sisters, brothers
While over us these unspoken words hover
Could they know all I want is to hear ‘yeah, I love her’?
How could you be so close
And yet miles away
If I reached out I could touch you
But then what would you say?
Your body’s here but your heart’s not
We can’t seem to leave this zone
I feel we’re on the verge of something
But you still pretend that no one’s home
What if my hand held yours?
What would your feelings say?
Could my hand keep yours
Or would you pull away
Our group fades, the crowd recedes
The man at the front says it’s time to leave
If only you would keep your seat
What is the fate that I’ll receive?
Its closing time
We must go home
You walk outAnd I go alone
This room won't be open till your brothers or your sisters come
So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits
I hope you have found a friend
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end
-Closing Time by Semisonic