The streetlights bleed through the blinds... Painting stripes on the empty floor... I didn't hear the taxi pull away. I didn't hear you close the door. I thought the water would always run I thought the summer would never end I locked the door and pulled the blinds And let the hours slowly bend I drank the glass right to the bottom And left you staring at the rain Yeah, the house is warm when the furnace burns You never think about the bitter cold You close your eyes and let it spin Until you're left with a hand to fold I let the only real thing slip away Now the morning light just hurts my eyes There’s a footprint on the dusty rug A half-read book on the window sill I wander through these empty rooms With a bitter cup I have to fill I held the keys to everything And threw them out into the street Yeah, the house is warm when the furnace burns You never think about the bitter cold You close your eyes and let it spin Until you're left with a hand to fold I let the only real thing slip away Now the morning light just hurts my eyes Wake up! The dream is over! The fever broke, the shivering starts! I tore it down, I pulled it all apart! Now I'm just a stranger in my own skin! Let the winter in! Let it in! Let it in... The fire's out. Nothing but the shadows now.
