[Intro] [8 seconds – opening the fridge, clinking bottles, dripping faucet in the distance] Your tailbone at 3:40 Your tailbone at 3:40 Your tailbone at 3:40 [Bridge] You were bent over the close fridge. Searching for nothing that was there. The bulb, , a crawling witness, stealing the glow from your back. .,Fancy yogurt gone fuzzy, and you just say..., "....You turn." You smile .. a moment too long [Pre-Chorus] .. t-shirt barely covering your.. (.) Your dirty thinking And I’m behind you simulating I’m not counting ..... vertebrae... (Hmm) [Chorus] Your tailbone at 3:40 ! Your tailbone at 3:40 Your tailbone at 3:40 Your tailbone at 3:40 [Drop 2] You said, “Don't stay the night, I know you've got that early shift”. That was our only excuse... I put my hand on the door, sealing the chill in the air. The cold draft hit us like an Blizzard alarm. You didn't move, just let the bulb keep staring. [Pre-Chorus] My t-shirt barely covering the top of your thighs. And I'm standing pretending I'm not .counting the anatomy of a midnight . person (hmm). Counting the secrets hidden in every curve [Chorus] Your tailbone at 3:40 Your tailbone at 3:40 Your tailbone at 3:40 Your tailbone at 3:40 [Bridge – everything goes silent, only the voice and a very quiet rhodes remain] I left at 4:03 with the map of your back pressed into my palm When I close my eyes I still taste that fridge smell on the back .., of my tongue Still feel the cold crawling up my ribs. [Outro – cool] Love? “Nah. Just stood too close to an open fridge for too long.” [6 seconds of silence – only the fridge clanging can be heard] Your tailbone at 3:40 Your tailbone at 3:40 [click – fridge door closes.][End]
