

I found a note in the hallway air Half a melody,
half a dare I wear it close like borrowed light And let
it turn the room to night (uh)
If I pull that thread again Will the whole day start to
bend? I can feel the floor give way Right before the downbeat
lands (ooh) Play it back,
let it break me open Same four bars,
but I keep hoping Cut it sharp,
make it ours tonight Spin that memory till it feels right (yeah)
You say the past is just a room With open windows,
moving through So I keep dancing where it spills Across my hands
in little thrills (hmmmmm)
Hold still—hear the splice line sing Between what was and what could
be If I let go,
does it disappear? Or just get closer to my ear? (ahhhh)
Play it back, let it break me open Same four bars,
but I keep hoping Cut it sharp,
make it ours tonight Spin that memory till it feels right (yeah)