[Verse 1] You said “This is the definition” Like you were drawing lines in chalk Circle on the kitchen floor Border round the way we talk You held up your trembling hands Like proof you’d been through fire I just watched the ceiling fan Spin above our wired desire [Chorus] This is the definition Of almost Of nearly there But never close This is the definition Of holding on Till fingers slip And call it gone [Verse 2] You stacked our coffee cups Towers made of restless nights Every little porcelain ring A ghost of some old fight You laughed at how we measure What can’t be put in frames Pages full of bullet points Still nothing sounds like our name [Chorus] This is the definition Of almost Of nearly there But never close This is the definition Of holding on Till fingers slip And call it gone [Bridge] Maybe there’s no word For two hearts out of rhythm Maybe all these terms we learn Just blur the real decision [Chorus] This is the definition Of almost Of nearly there But never close This is the definition Of letting go Of stepping out Of “I don’t know”
