Borrowed Flash

A borrowed lighter in the quiet space

One chair pulled out from the table's face

Your voice on speakerphone is drifting through

Almost sending what I feel for you (hummmm)

And the screen light flickers on the floor Static

hum behind the closed door Are we writing what we can't erase?

Under the retro game crush glow

We let the static take control

Holding the message in the air

Beside the single empty chair (oh-oh-oh)

The lighter sparks but the room stays dim

Drafts of messages we can't begin

A modern ghost in an old design

We keep dancing on the border line

One button press away

From everything we want to say

Almost sent

(almost) In the glow (ahhhh)