Closer Frida Amundsen Forsp. | C | - | 1. [C] It's getting [G]late, I'm wide awake. And my m[Am]ind is racing ag[F]ain. [C]I can't find the words, [G]they all seem wrong. Like a m[Am]eaning is lost in transl[F]ati[G]on. Bridge [C]I have always been in l[G]ove with you. But y[Am]ou are unable to s[F]ee that. [C]I have felt this way [G]every night and day. W[Am]ishing that you would j[F]ust come. Ref. A little cl[C]oser, come a little cl[G]oser. Come a little cl[Am]o (nortabs.net)