I’m calling to the night,
To bring back my name.
A dusty mirror,
Isn’t the same.

And I could have loved you,
For the rest of my life.
Opening doors, pulling out chairs,
And kissing your eyes.

Please.
Please.

I’m whistling in the dark,
When shadows replace,
With every reflection,
But I swear it’s your face.

And this cold, cold water,
Falls from my skin.
I drum up my future,
And go back to sleep.

Please.
Please.

I open the window.
I smell the fresh air.
I’m breathing for two now.
I’m breathing for two now.

Please.