The Night Kept The Receipt

We said the night was only passing through No names to keep No promises to prove You left your hotel key beside the change Ordered one more drink under another name The taxi meter climbed, but we stayed still Like leaving in the morning meant we never will You said, don’t make this more than what it is Then held my hand like signing something permanent I watched the city disappear behind the glass Neither one of us was asking what would last We never read the fine print Never asked what it would cost We spent every honest moment Like we had nothing to lose We thought the morning cleared the debt That daylight made us innocent We left before the room could speak But the night kept the receipt Now every silence adds interest Every memory charges me We thought the morning cleared the debt But the night kept the receipt Your perfume stayed behind inside my shirt The smallest things became the ones that hurt That same late train still stops beneath your street And every red light brings you back to me I saw your name where it was never written Heard your voice inside a song you never listened to I kept the promise not to call again But keeping it has cost me more than breaking it We called it temporary Like that made the feeling small But some things leave no warning Before they take it all We thought the morning cleared the debt That daylight made us innocent We left before the room could speak But the night kept the receipt Now every silence adds interest Every memory charges me We thought the morning cleared the debt But the night kept the receipt The cheapest lie was saying we were free The most expensive was believing it You were never just a room I had to leave And I was never just a name you would forget If nothing happened, tell me why I still avoid that part of town at night If nothing mattered, why does everything Still come back itemised We thought the morning cleared the debt But daylight never paid for it We left before the room could speak Still the night kept the receipt Now every silence adds interest Every memory charges me We thought the morning cleared the debt But the night kept the receipt No names to keep No promises to prove Just one long receipt With everything we knew