I got lost on my way from Camden, Where all the old jackals and the hipsters dine. I was tangled up in a night so tragic That I damn near lost my mind. But I felt closer, I felt closer, Than I ever have to you. I worked for years on my Sistine Chapel But Jeremiah still stole my paint. And now I'm locked in a home made prison Surrounded by the hours that I can't escape. But I felt closer, I felt closer, Than I ever have to you. Te transport round town's been eating at my money Since the ba*tards increased the fares. I sold my soul to get a gig I'm supposed to be playing. I'll buy back some dignity when I get there. But I felt closer, I felt closer, I felt closer, Than I ever have to you.