Lighter by the Cake

Under the blue-white glare of the awning

We're exchanging the keys and the morning

And I'll trade you my deepest secret for a lighter While the

night gets smaller and the glow gets brighter

Two AM on the corner of the avenue A foreign map in

your hand, you're asking who

Knows the way back to the station gate

At our table with the blackout birthday cake And my blue denim

jacket draped across the chair

Stays right there

And we're spiraling out

under the paper crown

Sharing matching sparklers as the clock runs down (yeah)

Under the blue-white glare of the awning

We're exchanging the keys and the morning

And I'll trade you my deepest secret for a lighter While the

night gets smaller and the glow gets brighter

You tell me about a shore three thousand miles away I point

to where the trains always delay

The jacket on the chair hasn't moved an inch But my hands

are starting to twitch (ohh-ohh)

And we're spiraling out

under the paper crown

Sharing matching sparklers as the clock runs down (yeah)

Under the blue-white glare of the awning

We're exchanging the keys and the morning

And I'll trade you my deepest secret for a lighter While the

night gets smaller and the glow gets brighter

Just a jacket on

the chair Two AM,

and you were there (hmm-mmm)