Lyrics
Intro
Jangle of the strings
The hollow sound it brings
Dust motes in the light
Packing up the night
Verse
Cardboard boxes on the floor
Creak of the heavy bedroom door
You’re taking the lamp and the velvet chair
Leaving nothing but the empty air
The sunlight hits a vacant space
A ghost of a life in this quiet place
Pre-Chorus
It’s a calculated split
Every piece and every bit
Dividing up the things we knew
Between the me and the part of you
Chorus
Take the sofa, take the rug
Unplug every single plug
Fifty-fifty, line it up
Emptying the coffee cup
Half the life is walking out
Leaving nothing left to doubt
Verse
The bookshelf looks a little strange
With all the volumes rearranged
You grabbed the records, the ones we played
Now the melodies start to fade
The rug is gone from the hallway floor
I don't recognize this home no more
Pre-Chorus
It’s a calculated split
Every piece and every bit
Dividing up the things we knew
Between the me and the part of you
Chorus
Take the sofa, take the rug
Unplug every single plug
Fifty-fifty, line it up
Emptying the coffee cup
Half the life is walking out
Leaving nothing left to doubt
Bridge
What about the things we can't divide?
The memories we keep inside?
You can't pack the laughter in a crate
Or the way we stayed up late
But the living room is looking small
With shadows dancing on the wall
Chorus
Take the sofa, take the rug
Unplug every single plug
Fifty-fifty, line it up
Emptying the coffee cup
Half the life is walking out
Leaving nothing left to doubt
Outro
Just the echoes now
Just the hollow sound
Half the furniture
Half the ground
Walking out
Walking out
1 comment
Silver Dust
yo, reminds me of being 17!! 🫡