Sultry Confessions

It's three AM, the streetlights paint the floor

I shouldn't trace these patterns anymore

But every corner holds your quiet shape

A sweet design I never could escape (hmmm)

We build it up just to watch it bend

Where does the memory start and the dreaming end?

And now I'm slipping in the solar pace

Lost inside the warmth of your embrace

It's an aching kind of beautiful

Falling through the spaces of it all (yeah)

Your letters fade like ink upon the sheet

A restless rhythm drumming through the street

I keep the silence close to keep you near

But it's your ghost that keeps me standing here

And now I'm slipping in the solar pace

Lost inside the warmth of your embrace

It's an aching kind of beautiful

Falling through the spaces of it all

(falling, falling)

Falling through the spaces... (humm)