Lyrics
Subtitles ready[Intro – heavy grinding riff, drums slam in] [Verse 1 – low, direct, intense] I know you feel it too That pull every time I look at you Don't tell me that it's just my head 'Cause I can hear it in your breath You keep pretending you're unsure Like you don't already know the score I'm not asking you to admit it out loud Just stop fighting it right now [Pre-Chorus – tightening riff, tension building] Quit the games, drop the act There's a reason you can't look back So stop stalling, make your move I already know what you wanna do [Chorus – heavy, driving, powerful] Come on, close the distance Ain't no room left for pretending Every second that you're stalling Is a second we ain't spending I don't wanna talk about it I just wanna feel it happen So come on, close the distance Quit the waiting, start the action [Verse 2 – heavier riff, more aggressive, intimate] It's just you and me right now No one else, no crowd, no sound I don't need a reason why I just need you to stop denying You keep telling yourself it's wrong Like that's ever stopped you long Forget the rules you think you know Come find out where this could go [Pre-Chorus] Quit the games, drop the act There's a reason you can't look back So stop stalling, make your move I already know what you wanna do [Chorus] Come on, close the distance Ain't no room left for pretending Every second that you're stalling Is a second we ain't spending I don't wanna talk about it I just wanna feel it happen So come on, close the distance Quit the waiting, start the action [Bridge – stripped to bass and drums, low menacing vocal] You keep saying you're not sure (riff builds underneath) But your body's already answered So stop lying to yourself And stop lying to me (riff crashes back in full weight) [Guitar solo – heavy, driving over full riff] [Final Chorus – full power, distorted layered vocal] Come on, close the distance Ain't no room left for pretending Every second that you're stalling Is a second we ain't spending I don't wanna talk about it I just wanna feel it happen So come on, close the distance Quit the waiting, start the action [Outro – riff hits hard, cuts dead]