Verse 1 At the table by the window someone’s leaving someone again and the waiter stacks the glasses like he’s trying not to listen in Your mother names the neighbours like weather passing through your friends talk in soft collisions of what they heard, what might be true Pre-Chorus And I just sit here counting out the noise every sentence folding into someone else’s voice Chorus It’s always other people filling up the room the ones who did the leaving the ones who left too soon and I don’t know what I’m saying but I keep saying it’s true we talk until we disappear into what they do Verse 2 Outside the taxis shimmer like thoughts we never keep and every passing story belongs to someone I don’t meet A man near the counter laughs once too late for what was said about a girl who moved in springtime and never wrote again Pre-Chorus And it’s easier this way to let the stories spin than sit inside the quiet of where you might begin Chorus It’s always other people their endings and their names we build them up in sentences to keep ourselves from change and I don’t know what I’m saying but it sounds like something new we talk until we disappear into what they do Bridge I hear your name in fragments in voices I don’t own like it’s already drifting somewhere it’s more at home And I don’t correct the telling I just let it pass me through like if I say it softly enough it might return to you Final Chorus It’s always other people in the light, in the dark we trace them like a shoreline to avoid where we are and I don’t know what I’m saying but I keep saying it’s true we talk until we disappear into what they do Outro At the table by the window someone’s leaving someone again and nobody really notices how it always starts the same
