Curtains drawn, your hair undone
This room forgets the setting sun
We don’t ask where mornings go
Just breathe between the afterglow
Fingers speak where words would fall
And time don’t matter much at all
These borrowed evenings, soft and long
Where nothing's right and nothing's wrong
We hold the night like something true
Then let it slip — like we always do
This room forgets the setting sun
We don’t ask where mornings go
Just breathe between the afterglow
Fingers speak where words would fall
And time don’t matter much at all
These borrowed evenings, soft and long
Where nothing's right and nothing's wrong
We hold the night like something true
Then let it slip — like we always do