

(hummm, hum-mm-mm)
I found your second profile on my feed
A phone flashlight inside a dusty
barn
You're looking at the rafters,
wild and free
While I am staring at a broken charm
And now I'm humming in the back seat of this car
Oh, why did we let the cold wind blow?
We had a fire in the timber wood
Now I'm just a passenger you used to know And I'd rewrite
the ending if I could (if I only could) Your headlights flickered
through the gravel lane
I kept the flashlight on until the end
Now every quiet ride in driving rain
Feels like a message that I
shouldn't send
Oh, why did we let the cold wind blow?
We had a fire in the timber wood
Now I'm just a passenger you used to know
And I'd rewrite the ending if I could
If I could... (hummm)