We’re sitting here in silence, sharing separate air,
I watched you fold a sweater, and I couldn't even care.
We talk about the weather, the bills that have to pass,
Anything but the fissure, the widening, breaking glass.
It didn't happen quickly, no dramatic, sudden blow,
Just two ships that were tethered, deciding where to go.
And suddenly the comfort became a heavy chain,
We traded all the passion for avoiding all the pain.
You look up at the ceiling, I look down at my hands,
This careful, quiet structure is dissolving into sands.
We know what has to follow, the phrase that must be said,
The ghosts of future memories are already in my head.
And the last thing we said was "I need space,"
Not "I love you," or "don't let go of this place."
A closing of the chapter, the turning of the key,
We chose the lonely freedom over the painful we.
We stood there in the doorway, pretending to be strong,
Knowing what we were doing was fundamentally wrong.
I went to buy your coffee, the order you used to take,
And caught myself dialing your number, for goodness sake.
The silence of the mornings is louder than the fights,
And half the bed is colder, underneath the city lights.
I swore I needed freedom, to rediscover me,
But every new discovery just brings me back to thee.
And suddenly that comfort is all I want to find,
I’d trade this empty license for the rhythm of your mind.
I’m looking for your footprint, I’m searching through the dark,
The empty space you left here has left its lonely mark.
I know what I should be doing: moving on with grace,
But all I really want is to be back in that place.
And the last thing we said was "I need space,"
But now I'm whispering "I miss your face."
A desperate prayer for starting, the turning of the key,
I’d trade this lonely freedom for the painful we.
If you stood there in the doorway, pretending to be strong,
I’d tell you what we were doing was fundamentally wrong.
And maybe you're doing the same right now,
Staring at your own ceiling, wondering how,
We let the small things swallow all that we built so high.
Do you ever listen close, and hear my sigh?
Do you drive past the old places, with the radio turned low,
And hope, like I do, that we’ve got somewhere left to go?
I miss your face...
The painful we...
Just one phone call away...
One phone call away...
[Female Vocal]
