Verse 1

You leave one question folded in your coat

A silver matchbook, words I never wrote

The waiter clears the table, keeps your seat

While rain taps out a code along the street

Pre-Chorus

I know the door, I know the hour

Still every clue keeps losing power

Chorus

Tell me what you meant when you smiled that way

Why you turned the truth into a game to play

I can read the room, but not your eyes

You keep the best part dressed in alibis

Come a little closer, let the mystery start

Put your secret down beside my heart

Verse 2

A blue glass trembles softly in your hand