Amber Floor, Four AM (version 2)

Verse

Lights come up amber, the crowd thins to none

Coats over shoulders, the last of them gone

Sweeper's broom circles the far side wall

You're still right here where the low notes fall

Speakers still humming though the set's long done

Floor holds our shadows like the night's not done

Four on the clock and the room breathes slow

Nobody's leaving, but we don't move close

Pre-Chorus

Is it the hour or the hush that stays

Is it the quiet asking us to stay

Chorus

Amber floor, four a.m.

Nobody's watching, nobody but them

Amber floor, four a.m.

Hands at our sides, still holding the when

Verse

Barman wipes glass rings from the amber bar

You trace the space where my fingers are

Chairs stacked up on the tables like night

Folding itself into fading light

Your sleeve brushes mine on the empty tile

Neither one moving, we just stay a while

The room's almost ours now, the dark pulled thin

Still we don't close what the hour lets in

Pre-Chorus

Is it the hour or the hush that stays

Is it the quiet asking us to stay

Chorus

Amber floor, four a.m.

Nobody's watching, nobody but them

Amber floor, four a.m.

Hands at our sides, still holding the when

Bridge

Maybe it's not the dark we needed

Maybe it's this, the light half-lit

Maybe we let the silence keep it

Long as the amber holds like this

Chorus

Amber floor, four a.m.

Nobody's watching, nobody but them

Amber floor, four a.m.

Hands at our sides, still holding the when