Verse 1 The clocks in this room are all wrong in their own way One’s too fast, one’s too late, and one just gave up I keep the blinds half-open so the streetlight Can practice being the sun There’s a letter I wrote you that I’ll never send It’s been folded and unfolded until the creases tore The words have bled from the ink into my hands And I can’t wash them off anymore Chorus You’re out of season, and I’m out of ways To bend the days back into shape Every hour just spills like wine on the floor And I’m still on my knees, counting the stains Verse 2 I left the window open so the air could speak for me But it only mumbled things you wouldn’t want to hear There’s a humming in the walls that sounds like Some song we used to hum along to And I’m barefoot on the kitchen tiles, Trying to find the warm spot you left behind Chorus You’re out of season, and I’m out of ways To bend the days back into shape Every hour just spills like wine on the floor And I’m still on my knees, counting the stains Bridge If you came back now, I’d pretend I hadn’t noticed you’d gone We’d drink coffee in silence Until it was safe to speak again Final Chorus / Outro You’re out of season, and I’m out of ways To bend the days back into shape And if there’s mercy in the weather, It’s taking the long way home
