Just need to get closer.

Hails to the chancers, as boredom kills like cancer; we need dreams for the romancers and I'm looking to you. Well, the life's so lonely, I need my one and only; if you know love, come on and show me, now I'm looking to you. So come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer; my resistance is low. Come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer; I'm not letting you go. Had love and I set it free, but it never came back to me; now the skies have gone ugly from Bolton to rugby, as I'm looking for you. Now come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer; my resistance is low. Don't pay mind to them, you're most beautiful when you don't bother, so just let it go.