[singer A] A glass of water left on the stand Ring mark on the wood, no note in hand You talked real soft, like you didn’t want to stay But you kept the deep parts tucked away I wear this velvet like a cover for the seams Under a ceiling that’s gone dull with screens [transition] [singer A] The room feels thin. The clock moves wrong. Where do all the half-made futures go? Turn the page or leave it shut. Tell me what is left that isn’t cut. Hear that click. Hear that chime. We’re burning through the hour, through the time! [instrumental] [singer A] Yeah! You think you’ve got me, but you don’t know a thing! (Call: Don’t know a thing!) Ain’t no backing up, ain’t no round-the-rim! (Call: Round-the-rim!) Kept the whole lie stacked till the rafters bent! Now I’m at your door, and I mean every step! Out of the cold and into the heat You’re gonna feel the beat! [transition] [singer B] One step more through the slashing sleet Carrying the break of a quiet week I wear this velvet like a cover for the seams Under a ceiling that’s gone dull with screens [singer B] A glass of water left on the stand Ring mark on the wood, no note in hand We talked real soft, like we didn’t want to stay But we kept the deep parts tucked away [transition] [singer B] The room feels thin, the clock moves wrong Where do all the half-made futures go? Turn the page or leave it shut... [melodic transition] [singer B] Slowly we crack, slowly we come back! Looking for a pulse in the static crack! Out of the quiet, out of the cold Cutting loose from the grip we held! Yeah, we’re chasing the last porch light Through the long, blank stretch of the night! [singer A] The room feels thin. The clock moves wrong. Where do all the half-made futures go? Turn the page or leave it shut. Tell me what is left that isn’t cut! Hear that click. Hear that chime. We’re burning through the hour, through the time! [singer A] Yeah! You think you’ve got me, but you don’t know a thing! (Call: Don’t know a thing!) Ain’t no backing up, ain’t no round-the-rim! (Call: Round-the-rim!) Kept the whole lie stacked till the rafters bent! Now I’m at your door, and I mean every step! Out of the cold and into the heat You’re gonna feel the beat! [singer B] Your shape still hangs by the door A hard-won memory, nothing more... [singer B] Slowly we crack, slowly we come back! Looking for a pulse in the static crack! Out of the quiet, out of the cold Cutting loose from the grip we held! [singer B] We play them all...
