Hotel Bible Blues

(mmm-hmm) Every little piece of you is still in my room

Sticking like the scent of your expensive perfume Yeah,

we're building up a fire from a single spark

Left-behind Gideon Bible in the bedside drawer

Staring at the window,

watching blue hour fall

Train tracks hum beneath the floorboards of the car

I see you in the glass,

wondering where you are

You left your green jacket hung up on the door

I wore the whole outfit,

walked across the floor (yeah)

Every little piece of you is still in my room

Sticking like the scent of your expensive perfume Yeah,

we're building up a fire from a single spark

(so bright, yeah)

Your half-written letter

sitting on the stand

Tracing all the lines with the palm of my hand I catch

my reflection, looking like a ghost

Funny how the little things hurt the absolute most

Blue hour fading out of view

Still wearing the jacket that belongs to you (to you, ohhh)