Fading Hours

Blue heat on the windowsill

Sirens fold into the rain (ooh)

Sun on the floor like a letter we won't keep

Your coat by the door,

salt drying in the seams

Planes cross the ceiling,

too far to be stars We dance through the quiet with glass

in our hearts (ahhhh)

The season is closing its hands Still the drums under faraway land

If I hold you,

I know we will move But nothing outside us improves (ooh)

Summer falls, but the fire stays We keep time in a breaking

place Hold me soft when the morning comes Love is brief,

but it still runs (ooh)

Postcards curl up in a drawer

The beach road is empty again

You say the sky has learned to bruise

I say we learned to pretend

We kiss like the days are kind While sirens gather in the

wind (ahhhh) No parade for the things we lose Only shoes by

the bed

Only names

on a muted screen And the words we never said (ooh)

Summer falls, but the fire stays We keep time in a breaking

place Hold me soft when the morning comes Love is brief,

but it still runs Still it

runs (ooh)