Aftercall Silence

(hmmmm) The ceiling fan spins in the dark

Your coffee cup left a wet mark

We ran out of words we could say

Now we watch the blue shadows play

And the quiet sits so heavy in the hall

No one wants to make the final call

We're just waiting for the glass to break

Counting every single breath we take

Outside on the street,

someone laughs

We split up our lives into halves

You turn to the wall,

I look up

Staring at the dust in the cup

Maybe light will make it clear

What we couldn't say when you

were near (oooh)