Lyric

Lights line up

On the edge of the night

A single coin in my pocket

The coldness shakes me

You leave behind words

And disappear without looking back

The voice of the vending machine chirps

And though I don't get an answer

The promise of a cold coin

Every time I spin, I remember

The clinking sound

My heart only trembles a little

As I hold the cold can

Conveying the season of night

More than words, more than lips

A tiny heartbeat indicates

The light of the vending machine chirps

Your warmth that I can't convey

The promise of a cold coin

Even now, it won't let me go

The clinking sound

Testing the future

A night of uncertainty

A standing body

Throwing in a coin

As if testing you

The promise of a cold coin

Every time I spin, I remember

The clinking sound

My heart melts a little

On the edge of the night

Lined up, one coin

Not telling me what tomorrow will bring