Dead bolt turned, an echo in the hall Listening to midnight start to fall Your cold shadow stretched into the dark Leaving nothing but a question mark Your jacket’s gone, but your scent stayed behind Tangled up in linen, messing with my mind The room’s too quiet, the air’s too thin Tracin' the outline of where you’ve been Sinking into the hollow you made Watching the warmth start to fade... Now it’s just me and your ghost in the sheets Listening to rain hitting quiet empty streets You took the night, but you left the heat Leaving the memory bittersweet A burn that refuses to heal Tell me why the absence feels so real In the lingering shade of what we made (Ghost in the sheets...) Your imprint left on the side of my bed Replaying every word that you said Still feel your fingertips right where they fell Draggin' me under your midnight spell Three in the morning and the shadows are tall Only your aftertaste clinging to it all The room’s too quiet, the air’s too thin Still breathing the space that you were just in Sinking into the hollow you made Watching the warmth start to fade... Now it’s just me and your ghost in the sheets Listening to rain hitting quiet empty streets You took the night, but you left the heat Leaving the memory bittersweet A burn that refuses to heal Tell me why the absence feels so real In the lingering shade of what we made Did you even make it to your car? Are you looking back from where you are? Or am I the only one caught in the haze... Counting the minutes, counting the days? (Just tell me...) Now it’s just me and your ghost in the sheets Listening to rain hitting quiet empty streets You took the night, but you left the heat Leaving the memory bittersweet A burn that refuses to heal Tell me why the absence feels so real In the lingering shade of what we made Yeah... A burn that refuses to heal Tell me why the absence feels so real In the lingering shade of what we made (What we made... mmm) Heat and linen... (Left with the taste of midnight) And your imprint in my bed...
