The Middle East - The Streets lyrics

And the streets are cold And the night gets older now And my love has gone for good Hold that phone in your cold dead fingers And the rusted tone of old iron Don't you tell I'm not telling And my doors are open to you It's half past ten and it's the truth That you only just knocked off Don't you tell I'm not telling Don't you yell I'm not yelling Close enough to us Close enough to pay Close enough to cut Close enough to say Close enough to touch Close enough to stay Close enough to god Close enough to pray Close enough to us But not close enough You say and it's become / it's all wrong of her x10