歌詞

Mug on the table

Steam drawing hearts in the air

Your book on the arm of the sofa

Folded page like you’re still there

I find you where your sweater hangs

Sleeve on a chair like it’s holding my hand

Every quiet corner speaks your name

In this house

I still live in our plan

Sun through the curtains

Dust doing slow little turns

Your note on the fridge door

Crooked

Smile in the ink as it burns

I find you where your sweater hangs

Sleeve on a chair like it’s holding my hand

Every quiet corner speaks your name

In this house

I still live in our plan

I talk to the hallway

To empty shoes

Ask them the questions I meant for you

Leave one side of the bed untouched

Saving that space like I promised I would

I find you where your sweater hangs

Sleeve on a chair like it’s holding my hand

Every quiet corner speaks your name

In this house

I still live in our plan

Lamp on the nightstand

Soft little halo of gold

I switch it off

Whisper goodnight

To a room that remembers us both