Soft Static

Soft Static Saw you cutting through the rain White shoes, little silver chain Streetlight on your yellow hair Whole night breaking open there So still So still You get me still Soft static . . . Coming back below your room Felt like walking through perfume Every stair and every door Sounded like the night before For you For you I came back for you I could be your last cigarette I could be the blur you kept In your mouth In your mouth Chewing through another dawn With your name still hanging on Every cheap and ruined thing Turns soft when you let it in Soft static . . . Soft static On my tongue Soft static Come undone Soft static Stay a little Soft static