Laughter in the Waiting Room

Looking in these thrift store mirrors

Seeing who we used to be

With the dusty frames and the silver cracks Yeah,

you're still the same to me (hoo-ooh)

You sent a five-minute voice note from the train Laughing so loud

that the whole carriage stared

Then you went quiet

in a waiting room With three-year-old magazines scattered everywhere

And it's a long way back to our

hometown streets But I still

find you in the things I keep

Looking in these thrift store mirrors Seeing who we used to be

With the dusty frames and the silver cracks Yeah,

you're still the same to me (yeah-eh)

We found a leather jacket with a broken zip And a polaroid

of strangers from ninety-four

You said we're making up our own histories

Right here on the faded parquet floor

Even when the signal fades away

And the waiting room turns grey (turn to grey)

Looking in these thrift store mirrors

Seeing who we used to be

With the dusty frames and the silver cracks Yeah,

you're still the same to me (ooh-ooh)