After the Static

Morning light is leaking through the vines;

Tracing all the dust we left behind;

Your sweater by the chair still holds your name;

Soft eye-cackles in a song with no refrain;

And the room keeps breathing low;

Like it knows what we both know;

Every little thing you said still hums inside my head;

Stay a while in the afterglow;

Where the quiet memories move slow;

I can hear your heartbeat imitate;

Warm and faded, never outshake;

If the world goes dim, we glow;

In a soft static undertow;

Streetlights shimmer on the window pane;

Drawing silver lines across the rain;

I keep your little note inside my wallet;

For the smallest secret, I still call it;

And the night leans close to me;

Like a song I repeat softly;

Every little thing we had feels gentle, never bad;

Stay a while in the afterglow;

Where the quiet memories move slow;

I can hear your heartbeat in a tape;

Warm and faded, never out of shape;

If the world goes dim, we glow;

In the soft static blind at all;

Maybe time will soften every edge;

Turn our names to dust along the ledge;

But this calm still lives under my skin;

Like a light that never dims within;

So I hold the space you left behind;

A tender place;

Frame of mind, the wild in the afterglow;

Where the quiet memories move slow;

I can hear your heartbeat intake;

Warm and faded, never out of shape;

If the world goes dim, we glow, we glow;

There's some static on;

Sleep comes slowly, soft and near;

Everything you were is still right here;

In a hush, I let you go;

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh;

Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-ooh;