Porchlight Message

(tick tock, tick tock)

Behind the glass, the flour settles down

Left your wool jacket in this quiet town

Typing a message

on a glowing screen

But I delete it before it can be seen

And the porch light is still left on

Waiting for

you till the dark is gone

Send it, don't send it,

I am on the line Working through the night,

running out of time Send it,

don't send it, did you see the sign?

(yeah, yeah)

(Ah-ha, write it, delete it,

rewrite it)

(Ah-ha, wait up, the light is still burning)

We sweep the floors,

we lock the kitchen door

But my thumb is hovering,

wanting more

Just send it...

(or

let it burn)