Lipstick on the wine rim Midnight in a hotel chair You laugh like you don't quite mean it Eyes say you were never there Slow drip from the ceiling vent Your hand drawing maps in the air You talk about a brighter city But you never say where Velvet pulse In the dark of the room Every breath We’re two clocks Out of sync Ticking in the same room Velvet pulse Beating under the gloom Steam rising from the glass Morning light, too sharp to bear You push the cup across the table With a hollow kind of care I see the way you watch the liquid Waiting for the line to fall You don’t want to share the coffee You just want the cup empty, that’s all Velvet pulse In the dark of the room Every breath We’re two clocks Out of sync Ticking in the same room Velvet pulse Beating under the gloom Maybe we're just fingerprints Left on a hotel glass Waiting for the maid To make the feeling pass Maybe I'll be softer When I think of tonight Two ghosts on a velvet sofa Falling back into the light Velvet pulse In the dark of the room Every breath We’re two clocks Out of sync Ticking in the same room Velvet pulse Beating under the gloom
