Lovers Who Never Meet

The hallway smells of rain and jasmine tea

A number on the door that no one needs

You walked right past me in the fading light

A question burning in the quiet night

I wear this dress the color of regret

A shade I know you haven't seen just yet

The radio plays something from '64

A song that leaves me wanting something more

We are lovers who never meet

Two hearts that dance on separate streets

We pass like ships in foggy nights

Afraid to turn on any lights

We are lovers who never speak

A story living in the weeks

That pile up like the evening smoke

A gentle, beautiful, slow choke

I know your footsteps from a floor away

I know exactly what you want to say

But timing is a cruel and careless friend

It builds a door and dares us not to bend

We share the silence like a secret meal

A hunger neither one of us can heal

The rain keeps falling on this borrowed town

I hold my breath until you're not around

We are lovers who never meet

Two hearts that dance on separate streets

We pass like ships in foggy nights

Afraid to turn on any lights

We are lovers who never speak

A story living in the weeks

That pile up like the evening smoke

A gentle, beautiful, slow choke

If I could turn the clock to yesterday

I'd let the door swing open all the way

But now the winter’s coming to this town

And soon the landlord's gonna tear it down

I'll leave a key beneath the mat for you

In case you wonder if I ever knew

The truth is written in the dust we breathe

We loved each other only in between

We are lovers… who never meet…

Two hearts that dance… on separate streets…

The rain has washed the number from the door…

And we won't pass this way anymore…

We are lovers… who never meet…

We are lovers… who never meet...