Raincoat Voices

Only one way to replay the call Raincoat on the chair,

hanging by the wall (hmmmm)

Old magazines scattered on the glass table Staring at a face that

I know is unstable Stranger in the mirror looking right back at

me Same

wet raincoat that I wore to the valley

Voicemail clicking in, static on the line Replaying your voice just to

pass the time

I hear the click,

I hear the tone Sitting in this waiting room all alone Raincoat

still wet, dripping on the floor

I don't wanna replay this anymore

(no more, no more)

Who is that

stranger in the glass?

Waiting on a future that can't surpass the past Wet raincoat hanging,

never dried at all

Replaying your voicemail,

waiting for your call

(ooh, yeah)

Thumb on the screen,

hit repeat

Listening to your words to the rhythm of the beat Old paper

pages, torn at the seams

Dusty waiting room holding all my dreams He looked like me but

his eyes were so cold

Another sad story that was never told

Who is that

stranger in the glass?

Waiting on a future that can't surpass the past Wet raincoat hanging,

never dried at all

Replaying your voicemail, waiting for your call (oh-oh-oh) Just a wet raincoat

Left in the room (replaying,

replaying)