Broken every last promise
I made when I was honestly
Trying to give you everything you asked
Now I’m picking up the pieces
Walk alone on empty beaches
Use the razor that you left to smooth my cheek
We were better from a distance
Lying low and looking winsome
Slightly out of focus in the early morning mist
Our bed is looking lonely
The candlesticks are empty
Most nights I end up sleeping on the couch
Sometimes I hear the echo
Of your voice come down the hallway
The patter of your feet fresh from the bath
We were better from a distance
Lying low and looking winsome
Slightly out of focus in the early morning mist
Lens was scratched and dusty
Photos slightly musty
As the days ache to erase the edges of the print
Broken every last promise
I made when I was honestly
Trying to give you everything you asked
The sky is turning golden
Just hope that you are holding
On to someone warm and tightly as you can
Someone warm and tightly as you can