Verse 1

You lean against the kitchen door

A cigarette between your fingers

You say it helps you think things through

But I can see the silence linger

The window’s cracked; the curtains move

Your old blue jacket on the chair

I know the words you want from me

I know the promise waiting there

Pre-Chorus

I want to meet you where you are

Not make a sermon of this room

But I can’t call it harmless now

When I can feel it pulling you

Chorus

I won’t strike a match for you tonight

Though I want to make the hard things easy

I can hold you close and still say no