(Verse 1) – soft, echoey

Silence wears your favorite coat

Hangs on the door like a ghost

I trace the dust where your feet used to float

Now the floor only knows my steps the most

(Pre-Chorus) – building, fragile

I hear your laugh in the leaky tap

See your eyes in the moon's cold crack

But the bed's too wide, the night's too long

And my voice sings a broken song

(Chorus) – melancholic, but warm

But I'll leave the window cracked

For the ones who won't come back

Not to hold, not to keep—

Just so they can fall asleep

Where the grass bends soft and deep

And my hands, though they can't hold you near—

But there is one whose fingers know the glow: