Last Seen

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Verse
Your name still lights my screen some nights,
“Last seen” a quarter after two,
A thousand days of photographs
We never thought to print, it’s true.
I’ve learned the art of looking in
Through windows on a morning feed,
Watching you be happy there
In a life that doesn’t need me.

Pre-chorus
And I swore that this would break me,
Swore the sky would split in two…

Chorus
But the tide still comes in, and the tide still goes out,
And the gulls on the harbour wall don’t care what it’s about,
There’s a world on fire and a child being born,
And the kettle still sings on a cold Sunday morn.
So I’ll let you go, like the rain finds the sea,
It’s a small kind of heartbreak, and it’s only me.

Verse
We met in the age of a hundred doors,
A thumb, a flick, a stranger’s grin,
And love came quick and love came cheap,
Like a train you board before you think.
Now I wear my grief like a borrowed coat
On the night bus out past the town,
And a girl two seats back is crying too,
And I wonder who let her down.

Pre-chorus
And we swore that this would break us,
Swore the sky would split in two…

Chorus
But the tide still comes in, and the tide still goes out,
And the gulls on the harbour wall don’t care what it’s about,
There’s a world on fire and a child being born,
And the kettle still sings on a cold Sunday morn.
So I’ll let you go, like the rain finds the sea,
It’s a small kind of heartbreak, and it’s only me.

Bridge
Every heart’s been broken somewhere,
Every station keeps a ghost,
And the hills don’t hold my sorrow,
They’ve held older griefs than most.
Oh, the hills don’t hold it,
No, the hills don’t hold it,
They just let the weather pass,
They just let the weather pass.

Chorus
‘Cause the tide still comes in, and the tide still goes out,
And the gulls on the harbour wall don’t care what it’s about,
There’s a world on fire and a child being born,
And the kettle still sings on a cold Sunday morn.
So I’ll love you still, the way the rain loves the sea,
It’s a small kind of heartbreak, and it’s only me.

Outro
Last seen… a quarter after two.
And the tide still comes in.

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