Come Back to This Room

The ice in my glass Keeps the time for me. One slow little melt Under low ceiling beams. Your coat by the chair Still knows your shape. I fold up my hands like I know how To wait. I said I was fine, But the room heard me lie. Even the piano looked away Tonight. Come back to this room. Come back to my name. I kept your seat warm. I kept the same flame. Come back to this room. Don't let it go cold. I'm holding your silence Like a hand to my soul. The waiter walks by With a tray full of ghosts. I trace your last laugh In the smoke from my clothes. The clarinet bends like it's carrying Rain. I swallow your memory, then taste it Again. If you call my phone, I'll answer on the First ring. I'm still at the edge of the words I Couldn't sing. Come back to this room. Come back to my name. I kept your seat warm. I kept the same flame. Come back to this room. Don't let it go cold. I'm holding your silence like a hand to My soul. Maybe I'm stubborn, maybe I'm slow. Maybe some goodbyes need more than I know. So take all the distance and leave me your Scent. I'll sit with the ache till the last Light is spent. Come back to this room. Come back to my name. I kept your seat warm. I kept the same flame. Come back to this room. Don't let it go cold. I'm holding your silence Like a hand to my soul. Come back to this room. I'm still in the glow. If you ever return, You already know.