The Hallway Echoes Last

The Hallway Echoes LastNeon reflections bleed through the glassWatching the ghosts of the heavy hours passYou left your keys on the mahogany standTracing the lines of a forgotten land.The vinyl is bleeding a low, steady humWaiting for midnight’s confession to come.A cigarette glows, a slow-burning sparkWe slice up the silence and swallow the darkYour nylon strings whisper what I couldn't sayAs the city outside washes slowly away.A muted brass sigh, so bitter and sweetLike footsteps retreating on a desolate street.The hallway is stretching, catching your breathA beautiful dance on the borders of deathThe crescent is lifting, the shadows alignTurn the key in the lock, leave the wreckage behind.Oh, sway me slow beneath the neon rainWash away the elegant weight of the painLet the brass bleed, let the full band roarWe are the smoke that they can’t catch no more.The aftermath tastes like silk and cigar ashIn the rearview mirror, I watch the past crashNo dramatic exits, no tears in the lightJust two parallel lines dissolving in the night.The reed of the sax is still warm from the airBut the chair across from me is empty and bare.The room starts to tilt, the gold turns to rustA handful of promises trading for dustThe copper is shimmering, pulling us highOne last elegant lift underneath the black sky.Oh, sway me slow beneath the neon rainWash away the elegant weight of the painLet the brass bleed, let the full band roarWe are the smoke that they can’t catch no more.