The streetlights are bleeding through the linen
Tracing silver patterns on your shoulder blades
You're humming a melody I haven't heard in years
While the ceiling fan cuts the heat into blades of grey
I'm watching the way your pulse moves in your neck
Like a secret you're not ready to tell me yet

And it's quiet enough to hear the ice melt in the glass
The way the hours stretch and then they pass
I'm memorizing the static on the television screen
And everything we mean remains unseen
Just a soft focus blur of you and me

You left your heavy coat draped across the velvet chair
The scent of cedar and the cold still lingering there
The rain is starting to tap against the window pane
A rhythmic ghost calling out your name
I'd ask you to stay but the silence feels so right
Wrapped in the charcoal shadows of the night

And it's quiet enough to hear the ice melt in the glass
The way the hours stretch and then they pass
I'm memorizing the static on the television screen
And everything we mean remains unseen
Just a soft focus blur of you and me

Slow motion
Like a film reel running out of light
We're just a flicker
In the middle of the night
Don't wake up yet
Don't wake up

In the middle of the night
It's a soft focus blur
Just a ghost of us
In the middle of the night
Sleep now
Sleep