Late Calls Suite

Three AM, you rewrite the text

Make it dull so I don't feel the bite next Up in

this hotel suite, looking way down

At the cold concrete grid of this quiet town (ahhhh)

Just the ATM glow on the ceiling wall

Waiting for the one friend who only calls when they fall

It's a tired flex when you're this high up Drinking cheap wine

from a silver cup We got the whole world underneath our feet

But we can't find a heartbeat on this street

(no, no) High up,

high up, we just drift away (drift

away)

Waiting for the light of another grey day

Your draft folder is a graveyard of words

Unspoken things that only the silence heard

We watch the red lights blink on the tower roof

Tired of seeking validation,

tired of proof

(yeah) Only the ATM glow...

(only the glow)