

In this hallway, everything is cold
Borrowed lighter, flicker of gold
Your old voicemail playing on repeat
A ghost of us
pacing on the street
And we almost made it out Lost inside a beautiful doubt
Underneath the high-rise lights,
we fade away
Nothing left for us to say (ooh-yeah)
Just luxury and empty space
Can't find a trace,
can't find a trace
Replay,
rewind
Leave it all behind
Just a flicker in the cold
(flicker of gold)