Last Stop Shuffle (versione 3)

Verse

Back seat window fogging up slow

Your knee against mine, don't let go

Last bus rattling down the high street

Streetlights strobing on your bassline feet

Coat sleeve brushing, static and warm

Half past three in the eye of the storm

Driver's radio hums off-key

Somehow it's landing right on the three

Pre-Chorus

Empty seats but we're pressed in close

Your thumb keeps time on my collarbone

Windows steam where the two of us breathe

Nobody's leaving, not you, not me

Chorus

Last stop shuffle, feet on the rail

Rocking so slow that the night won't fail

Your hand in mine like it's always been

Last stop shuffle, don't let it end

Verse

Headphone bleeding a two-step hush

Your voice comes low through the amber rush

Ticket machine light flickers green

Best conversation I never seen

Knees find a pocket, a private groove

Nobody's watching how we move

Windows show us doubled in glass

Two shapes swaying while the stops all pass

Pre-Chorus

Empty seats but we're pressed in close

Your thumb keeps time on my collarbone

Windows steam where the two of us breathe

Nobody's leaving, not you, not me

Chorus

Last stop shuffle, feet on the rail

Rocking so slow that the night won't fail

Your hand in mine like it's always been

Last stop shuffle, don't let it end

Bridge

Driver calls out the terminus name

Neither one of us moves the same

Doors hiss open, cold air creeps

Still we're swaying to a beat that keeps

Chorus

Last stop shuffle, feet on the rail

Rocking so slow that the night won't fail

Your hand in mine like it's always been

Last stop shuffle, don't let it end