Alright. Let's boil it down. The pure, sharp hook. The one that gets in your teeth and won't leave. Tape's rolling.) Coffee went cold Watchin' your ghost Warm up the chair I know you're not there Trackin' the dust Your shadow leaves Study the grammar Of "Maybe, please" I know it's not healthy I know it's a crime To build a whole world From "One more time" I'm your keyhole satellite Spinnin' in your "almost" night I map the spaces in between What is and what might have been I'm your keyhole satellite Feedin' on the faded light A junkie for a maybe-glance Dancin' in a second chance (I'm dancin' in a second chance) Museum of "Nearly" One ticket, me Your lost sweater's still The president here I rehearse the end Of a talk we won't have My heart's a detective Solvin' a laugh I know it's not wisdom It's a beautiful curse To love the echo More than the first verse I'm your keyhole satellite Spinnin' in your "almost" night I map the spaces in between What is and what might have been I'm your keyhole satellite Feedin' on the faded light A junkie for a maybe-glance Dancin' in a second chance (I'm dancin' in a second chance) If love's a wide window Mine's a thin slice A single beam In a dead-of-night life I'd rather this phantom This half-drawn art Than a empty sky With a whole, safe heart Keyhole Satellite! (Spinnin' in your almost night!) Keyhole Satellite! (Map the spaces in between!) What is and what might have been! Keyhole Satellite! (Feedin' on the faded light!) A junkie for a maybe-glance! Dancin' in a second- Dancin' in a second- ...Almost. Yeah. That's the one.
