Almost Anything - Daunt

It begins too fast, the blurring

When our outlines dissolve into one another

Oh your form’s so good, that I’m molding to your lines

It’s a question of the mark you make

When you push too hard and you bend me out of shape

It’s a question of the groove you carve

And how much you split yourself in two

For you I’d do almost anything

For you I’d do almost anything at all

Almost anything at all

There’s no feeling, only science

When our choices become about one another

Oh your form’s so good, that I bleed into your lines

'Cause it’s a question of the mark you make

When you push too hard and you bend me out of shape

It’s a question of the groove you carve

And how much you split yourself in two

For you I’d do almost anything

For you I’d do almost anything at all

Almost anything at all