Verse 1

Your coat is still hanging behind the door

One sleeve turned in like a hand that let go

The kettle clicks in the quiet kitchen

I leave your cup where you used to set it

Pre-Chorus

I count the cracks along the ceiling

Try to make the silence mean something

Chorus

If you can hear me, answer from somewhere

I have your name caught under my tongue

I keep the room just the way you left it

As if the days could still be undone

Verse 2

The paper calendar stopped in October

Your little note is folded in the drawer

I read it once, then put it back carefully