I’m sitting in your chair, singing to the dark,
watching you sleep, tearing my hopefulness apart.
There’s a pillow in your arms where I would like to be,
And it seems there’s no harm in this kind of intimacy.
So when the song fades out into the darkness of your room,
I don’t think too long about the fact that I should be leaving soon.
The sun is coming up but I still want to stay,
regardless of what everyone would say.
It’s too cold outside and I’m too tired to drive.
You’d be upset if I left without saying goodbye…
So I get up and lie where the pillow used to be
and I take another gamble on this thing; you and me.