Blake Reary - Nowhere Near

Sensing silence, I am weakened.
Moving from this, I am moving.

I still feel your with me, are you still there?
I smell the roses from your pillow, the faint aroma.
The ashes from the fire, they're still glowing.
And I think I found the answer, to where were going.

Were going here.
Were going here.
Were going here. And were nowhere near.

Were going here!
Were going here!
Were going here!
And were nowhere near.

Were going here!
Were going here!
Were going here!
And were nowhere near.