I waited by the window all day Watching the shadows stretch and play Static on the radio fading in and out Something about the way you turned around Without a sound without a doubt Just a silhouette carved in gray Oh the clock hands are rusted stuck in the past Nothing this fragile was meant to last Tracing the glass with a fingertip A jagged memory a sinking ship I’m still here darling can’t you see? Staring at the ghost of a used-to-be The tea has gone cold a bitter brew I keep the chair pulled out for you Patterns in the dust on the floor I don’t remember why I keep the key in the door Just a habit I suppose a worn-out seam Caught in the middle of a waking dream Oh the clock hands are rusted stuck in the past Nothing this fragile was meant to last Tracing the glass with a fingertip A jagged memory a sinking ship I’m still here darling can’t you see? Staring at the ghost of a used-to-be They say time is a river that pulls you away But I’m a stone at the bottom of the bay I have all the words neatly arranged in rows Waiting for a wind that never blows I smile because the tears grew tired of the view They packed their bags and left just like you Stuck in the amber preserved in the light Just one more moment one more night It’s getting dark the city’s asleep I have a million promises I couldn't keep Just a cat in the window watching the rain Tracing the glass... Tracing the pain