I hear your keys is that the perfume that I gave you
Last December when the thing I said it made you leave
I hear you murmur something nice about today you
Could always find something to fill the space that runs too deep
But I can see you grind your teeth
We're too well worn to stoke these coals
This cloud of smoke it takes its toll
The words are caught upon your lips, your face it lights up
From the blue light of your phone your eyes are pulled from me
They're just so hard to keep
If I could read your mind, wouldn't need to break the silence
Not to pry, I don't need a line
We're too well worn to stoke these coals
This cloud of smoke it takes its toll