Last Letters

(ahhhh) We built a kingdom

out of folding chairs

And left our secrets hanging on the stairs

But the clock keeps moving,

even when we stall

We were the prettiest picture

on a crumbling wall

I spent a lifetime drawing lines in the sand

Waiting for the tide to understand (mmm)

And all the almosts

finally have a name

Written in the ashes of a quiet flame

It's the space between the hello and goodbye

Underneath a heavy, silver-lined sky

Now I keep your coat behind the wooden door

A quiet relic of what

went before (yeah)

Oh,

all the almosts have a name

And nothing ever stays the same (ooh)

We were so close

We were so close