Folds in the Light

A photograph face-down in the bottom drawer

I don't look at that kitchen floor anymore

We left the keys on the counter by the door

And the silence is loud In the middle of this empty crowd (ohhh)

But we were golden in the fading light

Holding onto what we lost tonight

Now I'm painting over every wall

Trying not to feel the fall (yeah)

Your coffee mug still sitting on the shelf

I learned to talk to shadows by myself

Remembering the laughter in the hall

Did we throw it all away?

Or did we run out of words to say? (ahhhh)

Just a photograph face-down

In this quiet town (ooh)