A saw a face so close to mine in chelsea market
There’s something about her and there’s something about it
There’s a million ways to pass the day on a concrete island
We try to get past it, just stuck in the traffic

Swing your conscious full to leave her
Maybe talking's not the feature
There’s still a light in the house

I’d like to call you on the way home
Another precious call to waste on my mouth
My chance is tugging me by the shoulder
But there’s no one home to let you in or let me out
There’s still a light in the house
There’s still a light in the house

It’s such a waste to watch you slide out in the hallway
And breakdown in the house and
On the street and apartment
We share a ride cause your alone and in the same clothes
With the blur of the tunnel and the blur of the mirror

Swing your conscious full to leave her
Maybe talking's not the feature
There’s still a light in the house

I’d like to call you on the way home
Another precious call to waste on my mouth
My chance is tugging me by the shoulder
But there’s no one home to let you in or let me out
There’s still a light in the house
There’s still a light in the house
There’s still a light in the house

When she cries, she brings a storm in
I kinda like the way it pours
3 o’clock and callin' in her
She’s telling me come move on
In the brooklyn light, we’re just passersby's
Her hands on my shoulder, it all feels right
Cause you found me there
With your new cut hair
Is it New York? Or heaven?
I can’t think twice now

I’d like to call you on the way home
Another precious call to waste on my mouth
Maybe talkings not the feature
My chance is tugging me by the shoulder
But there’s no one home to let you in or let me out
There’s still a light in the house