[Intro] [(solo flute: short four-note hook)] [Verse 1] Two in the morning, fan on low Bass from the neighbors through the wall Your shoes by the mattress, keys by the stove We didn't have much there at all Blue from the TV, half-lit room You drew a heart in the window steam I knew that place was falling apart Didn't feel that way with you next to me [Pre-Chorus] We had a view of the parking lot Paint coming loose in a couple spots Funny what heaven looks like When you don't know you've got it [Chorus] Under that popcorn ceiling You made a bad room feel like a good life Whole city loud, but I couldn't hear it You were the quiet I could live inside Under that popcorn ceiling No skyline, no money, no perfect timing If I could buy back one night I'd spend every dollar on that cheap white light [Post-Chorus] [(flute answers the chorus melody)] Oh-oh That cheap white light Oh-oh One more night [Verse 2] Takeout boxes, your legs on mine Rain making rivers down the glass You said, "Someday we'll miss this place" I laughed like nothing good could pass Phone on one percent, rent past due Still stayed awake just talking till four Now I've got rooms with cleaner walls Never found one that felt like yours [Pre-Chorus] We had a view of the parking lot Paint coming loose in a couple spots Funny what heaven looks like Till you're standing somewhere without it [Chorus] Under that popcorn ceiling You made a bad room feel like a good life Whole city loud, but I couldn't hear it You were the quiet I could live inside Under that popcorn ceiling No skyline, no money, no perfect timing If I could buy back one night I'd spend every dollar on that cheap white light [Bridge] [(half-time; nearly dry vocal, flute fragments)] I don't miss the leaking sink I don't miss that broken heat I don't miss those paper walls I miss who I was When all I needed Was you there underneath it all [(brief silence)] [Final Chorus] Under that popcorn ceiling You made a bad room feel like a whole life Whole city loud, but I couldn't hear it You were the quiet I could live inside Under that popcorn ceiling No skyline, no money, still perfect timing If I could buy back one night I'd spend every dollar on that cheap white light [Outro] [(flute hook alone, then vocal underneath)] That cheap white light That cheap white light
