orange light
Dori Hardage, Trey Wheelahan
Saw your face last weekend
My hands around your neck
I have trouble sleeping
With the body in my bed
It might be a long time
Til I'm right in the head
Moving on is hard when
You don't let it end
I don't wanna hurt you
I do it on purpose
Hang it up on phone lines
Secrets in a drawer
Poor in execution
Comfort dissipates
Find it hard to notice
You're different in this state
Orange light low, drinks gone warm
Stolen glances, touches, nothings
Like god would be watching us
He knows what we both know
But we'll pretend
It might be a long time
It might be a long time
It might be a long time
It might be a long time
Orange light low, drinks gone warm
Stolen glances, touches, nothings
Like god would be watching us
He knows what we both know
But we'll pretend