[Verse 1] You said it could have been But the thought was dead A sentence left unfinished At the foot of the bed I watched the answer buckle Before it crossed your teeth We kept the room between us And called the silence peace [Pre-Chorus] Now every turn comes crooked Every measure slips I hear the old decision Grinding at the hinge [Chorus] We were almost something Almost out of reach You held the door wide open Then you left it on the chain I won’t make a home here In the words we never said You said it could have been But the thought was dead [Verse 2] Your coat was on the stair rail Your keys beside the sink The kettle clicked and cooled there While neither one would blink You asked me for an honest answer I gave you what I knew Some truths arrive too late to save The shape we gave the truth [Pre-Chorus] Now every turn comes crooked Every measure slips I hear the old decision Grinding at the hinge [Chorus] We were almost something Almost out of reach You held the door wide open Then you left it on the chain I won’t make a home here In the words we never said You said it could have been But the thought was dead [Bridge] Count it wrong, start again The floor gives way beneath the frame I tried to carry both our names Now one falls clean away [Final Chorus] We were almost something Almost out of reach You held the door wide open Then you left it on the chain I won’t make a home here In the words we never said You said it could have been But the thought was dead [Outro] The thought was dead The room stayed still I took my coat And left the key
