You wanted an effigy of me so true it bleeded Each hair a filament of glass formed while heated Assumed you'd see bright blooms and fruit trees With the root things weeded What your new scene needed So that's what we did What was unclean was played and sung Then framed and hung till lame and numb And then repeated 'Cause that's when the fame will come And the game is won And your name is rung in every ear like a secret I gotta keep my distance to withstand the silence of you missing When you're not there to listen to this nonsense Keep my distance to withstand the silence of you missing When you're not there Now I'm pushing past thirty If I bow out as the years close in Abandon my sound man and band and them I'll give no blushing curtsey To the proud shouts of close kin I ground it into ground and then some friends Just drop a dusty curtain on the loud crowd when the show ends And end the whole thing where no men found me I'm so fucking thirsty In a cold cloud only of my own And lonely worsens, surrounds me I gotta keep my distance to withstand the silence of you missing When you're not there to listen to this nonsense Keep my distance to withstand the silence of you missing When you're not there Men and women might yet quote his modicum of the truth But never will they get right close to Jonathan Avram Wolf 'Cause I gotta keep my distance to withstand the silence of you missing When you're not there to listen to this nonsense Keep my distance to withstand the silence of you missing When you're not there