Empty Couch

(hmmmm) Leaving keys on the counter step back

Dust is settling down on the track

We were moving so fast in the dark

Now there's only a cold,

quiet spark

I can feel the tide start to pull

Every space we left is too full (ooh-ooh)

And we're drifting out of view

In the static and the blue

Just a shadow of a name

Playing out a fading game

Found your coat on the back of the door

We don't talk like we did anymore

Just a habit of checking the screen

For a message we both didn't mean

Drifting out of view...