[Verse] The morning leans heavy against the pane While you gather your things in the grey I watch the slow motion of shadows on skin Tracing the maps where we used to stay The dust mottes are dancing in shafts of the sun But the clock on the wall has already won [Pre-Chorus] I am not asking for promises kept Or a contract signed in the dark Just a momentary lapse in the distance you leap Before you extinguish the spark [Chorus] Give me the sweetness from your lips One final taste of the clover and wine Before the cold wind of the highway begins To erase every curve of your outline Give me the sweetness from your lips A mercy to carry through the winter ahead Leave me the sugar to mask the metallic Taste of the words that we never said [Chorus] Give me the sweetness from your lips One final taste of the clover and wine Before the cold wind of the highway begins To erase every curve of your outline Give me the sweetness from your lips A mercy to carry through the winter ahead Leave me the sugar to mask the metallic Taste of the words that we never said [Verse] There is a freight train howling out east Cutting through the silence of the pines You pull on your coat like a suit of chainmail Reading the floorboards for hidden signs I could offer a reason for you to remain But I have run out of water to soften the grain [Pre-Chorus] I am not asking for promises kept Or a contract signed in the dark Just a momentary lapse in the distance you leap Before you extinguish the spark [Chorus] Give me the sweetness from your lips One final taste of the clover and wine Before the cold wind of the highway begins To erase every curve of your outline Give me the sweetness from your lips A mercy to carry through the winter ahead Leave me the sugar to mask the metallic Taste of the words that we never said [Chorus] Give me the sweetness from your lips One final taste of the clover and wine Before the cold wind of the highway begins To erase every curve of your outline Give me the sweetness from your lips A mercy to carry through the winter ahead Leave me the sugar to mask the metallic Taste of the words that we never said [Outro]