Smoke Still Clings

(mmm-hmmm) Hoodie still smells like smoke Concrete stairwell where the voices broke

Then you ordered water,

called it a night Plus-one fades out in the yellow light

Collector of lonely rooms

Waiting for the dust to move (ooh-ooh)

In the concrete halls,

we are just a trace

A collector's habit in an empty space (yeah) Now we're watering down

the things we felt

Watch the late-night memories melt

Catalogued under miscellaneous things

That the morning brings

Another shelf of quiet days

Watching the smoke

drift away

Called it a night... (hmmmm)