Coatroom Hour (versie 2)

Verse

Numbered tag, folded twice

Fifty-one on a paper string

Rows of coats hung like ice

Waiting for the room to swing

Your sleeve still holds the cold outside

Mine keeps the heat from the floor

I hang them close on the same line

Two tags turning by the door

Pre-Chorus

I count the hours on my hand

I keep the number safe and warm

I know the coats will understand

This is where the night gets formed

Chorus

Coatroom hour, still holding on

Coatroom hour, still holding on

Coatroom hour, still holding on

Coatroom hour, still holding on

Verse

Bass comes soft through the wall

Muffled kick beneath my feet

Someone's scarf on the floor

Rack keeps time to the beat

Claim ticket curling in my palm

Ink gone soft from the heat we made

I read the number like a psalm

Fifty-one, still unclaimed

Pre-Chorus

I count the hours on my hand

I keep the number safe and warm

I know the coats will understand

This is where the night gets formed

Chorus

Coatroom hour, still holding on

Coatroom hour, still holding on

Coatroom hour, still holding on

Coatroom hour, still holding on

Bridge

Every coat has a shape it keeps

Shoulders, sleeves, the way you stand

I know yours by the way it leans

Against the wall, against my hand

Chorus

Coatroom hour, still holding on

Coatroom hour, still holding on

Coatroom hour, still holding on

Coatroom hour, still holding on