Ticket to Moscow

Snow on the And your name in my phone. I read it like a warning, Then I leave it alone. Moscow on the ticket, Folded deep in my coat. I had a warm goodbye, Now it's ice in my throat. You said, "Come closer," then you pulled away. Now the whole room spins in a silver-gray sway. I keep the receipt, I keep the hurt. I keep your last words like a cut in My shirt. Red on the ice, Red on the ice. I keep slipping back. Red on the ice. Your shadow stays. Your shadow stays. Even in the cold, Your shadow stays. Train lights in the tunnel, Pass like broken teeth. I watched your face fade, On the frozen glass street. I wore my best smile, Like it meant something new. But every little glitter, Turned back into you. You said, "Come closer," then you pulled away. Now the whole room spins in a silver-gray sway. I keep the receipt, I keep the hurt. I keep your last words like a cut in My shirt. Red on the ice, Red on the ice. I keep slipping back. Red on the ice. Your shadow stays. Your shadow stays. Even in the cold, your Shadow stays.