Porchlight Confession
Your porch light is casting lines across the brick
We're freezing on this landing,
breathing quick
Underneath the wool
we share the heat While the city hums beneath our feet
One more track before we go inside (one more track)
Oh, lock the door,
don't let the morning in
Where you end is where I should begin
Holding on to what we couldn't keep
High above the street
But then you whispered you pack your bags at dawn (at dawn)
This isn't a delay,
you're already gone
And the blanket suddenly feels so
cold
Oh, lock the door,
don't let the morning in
Where you end is where I should begin
Holding on to what we couldn't keep
High above the street
Just one more track...