Kevin Downswell - Close To You Lyrics

Album: The Shift
Released: 30 Jun 2023
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Lyrics

Sitting right here all alone 

thinking of You, only You

You on my mind, You in my heart

But still I feel, that we are so far apart

Lord I feel so empty, I need to know

Because I have prayed and poured out my heart

What can I do to get close


Can I get close, close to You, 

close to You, closer to You?

Can I get close, close to You

close to You, closer to You?


I want to cry, I want to scream

But I don't wanna die Jesus 

Before I'm drawn close to You

My heart is beating fastmy hands are shaking

But I will still wait

Till i receive by faith

Yet I'm still eager to be drawn close to You


Can I get close, close to You, 

close to You, closer to You?

Can I get close, close to You

close to You, closer to You? 


Can I get close to You 


Draw me nearer, 

Draw me nearer blessed Lord 

To thy precious wounded side 

Close to You, Close to You 

All I long is ...


Can I get close, close to You, 

close to You, closer to You?

Can I get close, close to You

close to You, closer to You? 


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Meaning & Inspiration

I’ve sat in that chair before, staring at the wall, thinking I’m talking to a ghost because the silence feels heavier than the actual noise in my head. When Downswell sings about feeling like he and God are so far apart while his heart is already full of the man, it’s like he’s naming the exact ache I try to hide. We talk about God being everywhere, but there’s this specific, desperate gravity when you’re sitting there pouring everything out and the sky just feels like brass. It’s not a lack of belief; it’s an overabundance of want.

He says he doesn’t want to die before he’s drawn close, and that line hit me harder than I expected. Most of the time I’m just trying to get through the Tuesday or pay the rent, but underneath it all, there’s this low-level panic that I’m going to spend my whole life standing on the porch of the house I’m supposed to be living in. I’m tired of the perimeter. It makes me think of Jacob wrestling in the dark, just refusing to let go until he’s marked by the encounter. That’s not a polite prayer. That’s a hunger that ruins your sleep.

The music pulls back into this, almost rhythmic, begging. It’s honest because it doesn’t resolve the distance. He’s still asking if he can get closer by the end, which is the only real way to pray, I think. We want the neat answer, the arrival, the moment where the distance evaporates into thin air, but usually, we just end up waiting with shaking hands. Maybe the faith isn't in knowing He's there but in refusing to stop reaching for the hem of a garment even when your fingers are numb. I’m still waiting to feel the shift, but I suppose the wanting is part of the work.

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