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