Coroner's Report (feat. Kyle Wareham)

After dinner love went out and we didn't wait up Thought nothing of love's absence in our coffee cups How long did it take us? Was it days or weeks or months? Landline ringing in the kitchen, knowing exactly what it was How do you bury love, and what gets carved into the stone? If I had waited by the window would love be safe and back at home? So, there love lays, cold and quiet on the coroner's desk I can read the full report, but I can't follow the thread Of all the wounds of living, the deepest is regret Can't make this frozen heart beat: reset, reset, reset I hid out in the bathroom when you took the call Looked at myself in the mirror and felt duped and lost and small We held hands in the procession, black and veiled and strange You said, "love was good when love was here," it didn't ease the ache We'd had it and we'd lost it, we were careless with the flame Now all our cups are empty and love is not what love became How do you bury love and what gets carved into the stone? If I had waited by the window, would love be safe and back at home? How do you bury love and what gets carved into the stone? If I had waited by the window, would love be safe and back at home? Would love be safe and back at home? Would love be safe and back at home?