Perfect Line (Satellite 🛰️) ft. 𝗝𝗣 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿🧢

Monday, I thought of leaving, and I went Tuesday, the I love yous were already spent Wednesday, I told you: I’m going back home To the rusted-out stove and the garden of stone I was a flicker, a low-burning wick But you were the lightning, sudden and quick But oh, the ghosts have all returned Now we’re sitting at the bar Watching the years we burned Sitting on a parked car Catching up on all we’ve done Since we were young Thursday, I bought a car, your favorite red Friday, I put those Paris letters to bed Saturday, I saw you through the window-pane Tucking your hair from the wind and the rain Forget the hammering, forget the family tree It’s just you at the counter, looking at me Sunday is the silence in the street The long evening light and the pull of the heat. No more how’ve you been, no more where've you been gone Just the long, slow rest before Monday comes on But oh, the ghosts have all returned Now we’re sitting at the bar Watching the years we burned Sitting on a parked car Catching up on all we’ve done Since we were young But oh, the ghosts have all returned Now we’re sitting at the bar Watching the years we burned Sitting on a parked car Catching up on all we’ve done Since we were young