

(ahhhh) I found your letter in the hallway floor
Just where you dropped it when you left the door
And now the floorboards hum a different tune
Under the light of a fading afternoon
I try to sweep the dust away But everything still tastes of
yesterday
And then it hits me like a lightning strike We were never
gonna make it
through the night But I still hold the pieces
of the spark Dancing all alone inside the dark (oh-oh-oh)
Now the kitchen's quiet and the kettle screams
I'm waking up from all these country dreams
Your boots are gone,
the static's on the line
Just another way of wasting time (yeah) We were high-wire walkers,
no net below Just a dusty road and a radio show
And a synth beat crying in the cold night air
(no net below,
nowhere to go)
Dancing all alone inside the dark... (ahhhh)
Just a spark...