

(ahhhh) (ooh) Walking through the early morning gray
All the heavy words we couldn't say
In the hollow click of passing light
We are left behind to face the night
Hold me like a habit that you can't erase
Fading like an outline in a crowded space
We were only patterns waiting for a spark
Spinning in the deep end of a quiet dark
Static on the wire,
cold and clear
Everything we wanted was right here
Now the empty rooms begin to trace
Every single shadow of your face
Hold me like a habit that you can't erase
Fading like an outline in a crowded space
We were only patterns waiting for a spark
Spinning in the deep end of a quiet dark
Spinning in the dark... (ahhhh) (hummmm)