Last Train Home

Soft lamp glow. Ice in the glass barely moves. Your head on my shoulder. Whole world shrinks down to this couch. You trace my name. Lazy circles on my wrist. Say we always miss the last train. Like it's something we do on purpose. Mm, mm. Love feels different after midnight. Slower, sweeter, saying less. Every sigh, a little secret. Every pause, a caught breath. Stay right here, don't go. Let the outside fade to chrome. If we keep on talking low like this, We'll miss the last train home. Yeah. We'll miss the last train home. Mm. Your lipstick mark On the side of that old glass jar. Record skipping in the corner. Like they're trying to stay where we are. Mm. You laugh too loud. Then cover your mouth. Go shy. I kiss the back of your hand. You stare straight into my eyes. Oh. Love feels different after midnight. Slower, sweeter, saying less. Every sigh, a little secret. Every pause, a caught breath. Stay right here, don't go. Let the outside fade to chrome. If we keep on talking low like this, We'll miss the last train home. Mm. We'll miss the last train home. Mm. Mm. Yeah, yeah. Maybe we're careless. Maybe we're careful as saints. Saving these seconds like photographs. Knowing they're gonna fade. But if tomorrow ever asks us, "Where did all That time go?" I'll say we spent it in your living room. Missing the last train home. Love feels different after midnight. Slower, sweeter, saying less. Every sigh, a little secret. Every pause, a caught breath. Stay right here, don't go. Let the outside fade to chrome. We keep on talking low like this, We'll miss the last train home. Yeah. We'll miss the last train home. Oh, yeah.