Verse by @bram.ellery

my hands still know your kitchen i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the bus came and i did not get on you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

we were young and the light was cheap i keep the porch light on for nobody we made a home out of almost the field went gold then went to sleep

i still set the table for the ghost of us we made a home out of almost the river takes what it is offered i still set the table for the ghost of us