Lyric

You called me late

Like the night had opened

A little room

Between your plans

I said I was close

Though I was nowhere near you

Already reaching

For my jacket again

I did not ask

How long I would get

I did not ask

What changed your mind

I just walked fast

Through the blue streetlight

Trying not to look

Too easy to find

I called it enough

Because it was more than nothing

Called it a sign

Because you let me in

You had an hour

You did not need

And I made it feel

Like choosing

When You Had Time

I became easy to find

You called it a free night

I called it being mine

When You Had Time

I let the whole world slide

For a borrowed little hour

At the edge of your life

You were kind

When the room was quiet

Soft with your hands

For a little while

You said my name

Like it still meant something

And I believed

The temporary sound

Your coat was on

Before the morning

Your phone lit up

Beside the door

I held my breath

Like I could keep you

If I needed

A little less than before

I called it enough

Because leaving felt worse

Smiled at the part

Where it started to hurt

You gave me a night

You were not using

And I mistook it

For being first

When You Had Time

I became easy to find

You called it a free night

I called it being mine

When You Had Time

I let the whole world slide

For a borrowed little hour

At the edge of your life

Maybe I lived

Between your plans

Maybe I learned

To need less room

Maybe your spare time

Looked like love

Because I wanted

To be wanted by you

I made a home

Out of minutes

You never meant

To keep

Then rode back alone

Through the after-midnight

With your warmth

Still leaving me

Only when you had time

I became easy to find

You called it a free night

I called it being chosen

Only when you had time

I kept stepping out of mine

For a borrowed little hour

At the edge of your life

Last train lights

On the window

My coat still warm

From your hall

I almost smiled

At the memory

Then hated how little

Could feel like all