it's 1 am and it's getting late
and she was waiting on the fire escape
with cigarettes and christmas lights,
she turns to me and says"are you tired?"
she says "sometimes it's just the jazz that matters
and nothing seems to make sense anymore,
and i've been pulling out my hair
and falling down these stairs..."

and i think..
.this is how it ends.
and i'm turning off the radio,
so i can hear you breathe
i'm sleeping with the lights on,
so i can see you leave ...

throwing rocks beneath the bridge
i can't explain what we just did.
no words to leave just time to keep
"it's getting dark" she said "can we go to bed?"
just go to bed...

for 1000 words, can we take a picture to remember today?
and everytime i said too much
i know that it was just enough to make you stay.
so i'm turning off the radio,
so i can hear you breathe
i'm sleeping with the lights on,
so i can see you leave,

if i wake up in the morning and you're gone,
i hope it's not for long.
and she says i can hear you on the phone,
but i can't hold you from so far away,
and if you have to say goodbye,
does it have to be today?

and i'm turning off the radio,
so i can hear you breathe
i'm sleeping with the lights on,
so i can see you leave
if i wake up in the morning and you're gone.
i hope it's not for long.