You left your tea half-warm
By the cracked blue cup
Rain on the balcony
Kept tapping us awake
I folded your last note
Like it might still talk
Your coat still on the chair
Still holding your shape
And I keep hearing
Your steps in the hall
Little ghost rhythms
Against these walls
If I call your name
Will you turn around
Or fade like steam
When the morning comes down
Come back to me
Come back to me
My heart still waits
Where you let it be
Come back to me
Come back to me
I’m still that fool
You used to see
The fruit on the table
Goes soft too fast
The calendar bends
Under days like glass
Your voice in my pocket
On an old voice note
I play it too slowly
Till it breaks my throat
And I keep hearing
Your steps in the hall
Little ghost rhythms
Against these walls
If I call your name
Will you turn around
Or fade like steam
When the morning comes down
Come back to me
Come back to me
My heart still waits
Where you let it be
Come back to me
Come back to me
I’m still that fool
You used to see
Maybe love was a train
That never stayed long
We waved through the window
Then it was gone
But I still stand here
At that old platform
Holding the cold
Of what we were born
Come back to me
Come back to me
My heart still waits
Where you let it be
Come back to me
Come back to me
I’m still that fool
You used to see
