You left your coat beside the chair.
A paper ticket folded there.
I read the date, I know the place.
But not the moment you erased.
I kept the kettle, kept the key.
Kept every room you left in me.
Yeah.
Hold on, hold on, hold on. Carry me home.
Aya, aya.
We are not alone. Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Under one sky. Aya, aya. Don’t let goodbye decide.
Don’t let goodbye decide. Oh-oh.
The winter bus went past at five.
Its windows carried borrowed lives.
I heard your laugh inside the rain.
Then watched the platform empty again.
If love is ash beneath the floor,