

You draw a circle in the glass
I watch the amber shadow pass
The band plays low,
the room turns blue
I know the question; so do you
Your coat is waiting by the door
Mine has been waiting here before
A match flares up,
then disappears
We let it burn between our fears
Smoke signal, rising through the room
A quiet little warning in the perfume
We say the weather,
we say
goodnight
And leave the truth beneath the neon light
You touch your ring,
I touch my glass
Two ships pretending not to pass
The piano finds a falling tone
You look at me like I’m already
gone
If you say it,
the spell will break
If I say it,
there’s no mistake So let the last slow record play
And let us keep
what words would take away
Smoke signal,
fading through the room
A final little
warning in the perfume
We say the weather,
we say goodnight
And leave the truth
beneath the neon light
The door swings shut,
the street goes still
Some things are louder
when they never
will