Asymptote

[Intro] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] Near. Not yet. But nearer now. I measure the gap again. Muscle memory keeps score. I cannot erase the count. Closer than I was before. Never close enough to stop. [Pre-Chorus] So close I can taste The shape of the line I keep drawing it It keeps moving off [Chorus] Almost there is a place I live in I can hear the shape just past the noise A perfect line I keep not drawing Close enough to trace, too far to hold [Verse 2] I break it down to counts and count them all again I play it slow, then faster, then until it breaks Each failure has a shape, I know them all by name I keep them in a room that no one else can see And still the thing I chase keeps moving out of reach [Chorus] Almost there is the only place I've ever really lived I can hear the shape of it behind the noise I'm making A perfect line I keep almost, almost, almost drawing Close enough to trace the shape, too far to ever hold [Drum Solo] [Instrumental] [Instrumental Break] [Instrumental] [Chorus - Easy Version] Almost there is a place I live in I can hear the shape just past the noise A perfect line I keep not drawing Close enough to trace, too far to hold [Climax] I CAN FEEL IT BREATHING JUST BEYOND THE ENDS OF BOTH MY HANDS I CAN SEE THE SHAPE OF WHAT I'M NEVER GOING TO HOLD SOMEONE ELSE WILL PLAY IT CLEAN AND MAKE IT LOOK LIKE NOTHING CLOSER ISN'T CLOSE ENOUGH IT NEVER WAS [Outro] I was so close I could taste the edge of