You left your sweater on my chair
Your perfume still lingers in the air
The record skips like we used to do
But tonight, it plays only you
I lit a cigarette I shouldn’t smoke
Your favorite Miles Davis, every note
Feels like we’re dancing in rewind
Two ghosts stuck in the same old time
Old records and cigarettes
Ashes fall with no regrets
Playing memories we can't forget
In this room of silhouettes
You hum the harmony, I fake a smile
We talk like strangers for a while
But the jazz knows every line we missed
And the smoke still tastes like your last kiss
Old records and cigarettes
Ashes fall with no regrets
Playing memories we can't forget
In this room of silhouettes
Maybe the past is where we belong