Lyrics:

There's a bullet in my bag
And it tells me what to think
In the middle of the night
When I can't sleep
There's a bullet in my bag
Singing sweetly
'You traded 8 for 35 millimeter
But the trigger slips
The shot goes wide
By a millimeter'

There's a body in my bed
Telling me to stand
In the middle of the fire
Where I can't breathe
There's a body in my bed
Sleeping softly
Then the day comes on
And something's off
A millimeter
Sometimes close is not close enough, millimeter
Hold it closely, hold it
Hold it closely, hold it
Hold it closely, hold it
When the numbers all run
The measure's off a millimeter
We run for miles to come up short
By a millimeter
Hold it closely (millimeter)
Hold it (millimeter)
Hold it closely (millimeter)
Hold it (millimeter)
Hold it closely (millimeter)
Hold it (millimeter)
Hold it closely