Porchlight Confessions

I can see your breath in the winter chill

Waiting for the coat-check under the hill (brrr)

The neighbor on the corner keeps the porch light on Pretending that

the candid polaroid is gone (yeah) Behind the cash-counting booth we draw

the line Soft crime pop in a desperate design

Cold hands, warm hearts in the queue

Nothing left to lose for me and you

Freeze the frame, let the winter take the rest

(take it all)

Counting cash beneath a heavy chest

This is soft crime under modern lights

We are survivors

of the freezing nights

Your collar's pulled up,

the ticket's in your hand

No one in this line will understand

(no, they won't)

Just another transaction in the dark

Leaving nothing but a frozen watermark

Outside the club... (freezing)

Just a candid scene we make believe