Smoke-Stained Hoodie

Kitchen tile, fluorescent overhead

Two AM, repeating what you said You wearing my hoodie,

smells like wood smoke

Laughing too loud at some private joke And you name-drop a street

in Madrid

A place we never went,

but we almost did (oh-oh-oh)

We could have been,

we could have gone (oh-oh-oh)

We could have built it all along But the moment slips away

into the night

Just a spark that never caught the light

And the hoodie in the frame

is all that stays Of the roads we never walked,

the other days

Leaving keys on the counter by the door

No one's dancing on the lino anymore Just a trace of the

person we forgot

Living out a life that we both got caught (oh-oh-oh)

Just a spark (oh-oh-oh)

In the dark