The fridge is humming a song I’ve heard before
A steady rhythm while I stare at the kitchen door
The coffee’s lukewarm, the steam has gone away
Just another shade of this particular kind of grey
You’re sitting there, reading the news in the dim light
We haven't had a real word since Sunday night
Just the sound of the pages turning slow...
And a feeling in my chest that has nowhere left to go
And the rain is streaking down the glass in lines
We’re just two clocks, ticking out of time
I want to reach out, I want to break the spell
But we’re both just ringing a silent bell
And it’s just a long Tuesday...
in a long, long year
The ghost of our passion is the only thing I hear
We’re holding on tight, but we’re holding on to air
A beautiful habit a desperate kind of prayer
Just a slow burn that turned into a chill
And we’re standing so quiet
You ask me how my day was, I say "it was fine"
We’re walking the same circle, the same worn-out line
I remember when your touch felt like a sudden spark
Now it’s just a flicker, a shadow in the dark
I try to find the hunger, I try to find the rush
But the silence between us is a heavy kind of crush
Yeah, the rain is still falling, blurring out the street
And the rhythm of our breathing is a tired kind of beat
I want to scream something... just to hear a sound
But we’re both just anchors, weighted to the ground...
And it’s just a long Tuesday in a long, long year
The ghost of our passion is the only thing I hear
We’re holding on tight, but we’re holding on to air
A beautiful habit, a desperate kind of prayer
Just a slow burn... that turned into a chill
And we’re standing so quiet
I still love you... that’s the hardest part of all
Watching the gold peel off the wall
I’d rather be bored with you
than be alone in the light
And it’s just a long Tuesday... in a long, long year
The ghost of our passion is the only thing I hear
We’re holding on tight, but we’re holding on to air
A beautiful habit... a desperate kind of prayer
Just a slow burn... that turned into a chill
And we’re standing so quiet