Close to me you are. We are boiled in milk. Neutrals in the acid house. Curdled in chaos. At least we can see who we are. Not like those gone for the gold. We are boiled in milk. Let us soothe your open wounds. Dry your crying eyes. Let us soothe your open wounds. Dry your crying eyes. Let us soothe your open wounds. Dry your crying eyes. Dry your crying eyes