Saturday night, the lights are all lit up There's a bottle of wine beside an overfilled paper cup And the cigarette she left lit is all burned up But the heat from where she lay is not
Like smoke from factories, we leave our heat behind Like wound down batteries, hearts stop sometime And between these sheets her perfume lingers on And in a couple of weeks all the evidence will be gone
Like a dust free patch where a magazine lay A girl leaves a gap when she goes, but someone else fills it up someday
Like smoke from factories, we leave our heat behind Like wound down batteries, hearts stop sometime
She took away the daydream leaving nothing but daily life She took away almost everything but if you look you'll find Evidence she left behind:
A blue bar of soap left on the sink And lipstick 'round the last glass she used to drink And those burnt-up books of matches that she kept And heat from the mattress where she slept
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