I still pour the milk into the glass
I still place your book upon the grass
I still set the table with an extra chair
I still save the songs we used to share
I still make the bed with all that care
I still check the fridge at night
I still say your name in a silent prayer
I still think you'll call, and that feels right
Your coat still hangs inside the hall
The spare key rests against the wall
I keep on making space for you
It's just the habit that I'm used to
Your coat still hangs inside the hall
The spare key rests against the wall
I still expect to hear your voice
I jump at every little noise
I still make the bed with all that care
I still check the fridge at night
I still say your name in a silent prayer
I still think you'll call, and that feels right
Your coat still hangs inside the hall
The spare key rests against the wall
I keep on making space for you
It's just the habit that I'm used to
Your coat still hangs inside the hall
The spare key rests against the wall
I still expect to hear your voice
I jump at every little noise
