ART OF ALMOST No! I froze I canʼt be so Far away from my wasteland I never know when I might Ambulance Hoist the horns with my own hands Almost Almost I heard a faint olé True love but I had other ways to hurt myself Like calling I could open up my heart And fall in and I could blame it all on dust The Art of Almost Almost Almost Almost Iʼll hold it up Iʼll shake the grail Disobey across the waves Tomorrow Iʼll have all the love I could ever ache And Iʼll leave almost with you All of almost Almost
