I can picture some day
When we're older and we're numb
When every wound don't weep like it's open
And you can close the door
Without feeling like you're trapped
And I can speak the thing that is hurtin'
Right now, it feels like

Most nights, ghosts fight, closed eyes
And everything fans a flame
Tongue-tied, I'm tired
I'm tired, and I am always to blame
And I try to write, write porchlight
Just to give you some space
Though it feels like I'm breaking

I remember meetin' like we'd stared into the Sun
Spinning like two moths on the landing
Now on a day like this
No hands, no feast, no kiss
And every look is glazed by a curtain
When things are good, they're good
But we cannot overlook
How the past comes creeping in, uncertain
I wish the old away, I take it back
I stay, you stay
And everythin' keeps going like it's learnin'
Won't always feel like

Most nights, ghosts fight, closed eyes
And everything fans a flame
Tongue-tied, I'm tired
I'm tired, and I am always to blame
And I try to write, write porchlight
Just to give you some space
Though it feels like I'm breaking
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

I can picture some day when we're older and we're numb
When every wound don't weep like it's open
Oh, oh