

(waiting for you)
You wave across the room,
the glasses shine
You mix the same old drink,
you read my mind
My hand is on the phone,
the screen is bright
Almost sending what
I wrote tonight
(almost tonight)
Behind the velvet rope,
a quiet space I watch the motion of
your familiar face
The screen glows green,
my fingers freeze
Locked in the VIP shadow
We don't need to speak
Locked in the VIP shadow
Lost in the peak
(in the shadow) (yeah) Behind
the rope, the lights go dim
(almost sent it)