Silver Threads

I left the kitchen light on just in case

You still had keys to this quiet place

No heavy words, no grand design

Just trying to trace the boundary line (mhm)

And the room begins to tilt

Under the weight of what we built

We are holding on to daylight in the cold

Trying to keep a grip on what we cannot hold

If we fall, we fall together in the dark

Leaving behind a soft and fading spark

Your winter coat is hanging by the door

I find your letters scattered on the floor

We write our secrets in the dust Learning who we can trust (yeah)

And the room begins to tilt

Under the weight of what we built

We are holding on to daylight in the cold

Trying to keep a grip on what we cannot hold

If we fall, we fall together in the dark

Leaving behind a soft and fading spark

Leaving behind a fading spark...