Dust on the frame .. for Miley C

Описание: I found a photograph tucked in a box of old winter clothes
A snapshot of a time before the frost bit down on the rose
You were leaning on the fence with that crooked half-smile in the sun
Before we learned that sometimes the race is lost before it's begun
The floorboards are creaking under the weight of the silence tonight
I’m tracing the edges of shadows that hide from the light
And every memory feels like a splinter that’s deep in my skin
Wondering how we let all of the cold air start rushing in

It’s just the dust on the frame and the rust on the gate
A heart full of sorry that arrived just a little too late
We were a wildfire burning through a field of dry gold
Now I’m standing alone in a story that’s already told
Yeah, it’s just the echo of a name in a house full of ghosts
Losing the one thing that I needed the most

I drove past the diner where we used to sit until four
But they painted the windows and changed out the lock on the door
Just like the way that the landscape gets tired of the rain
I’m getting used to the rhythm and the thrum of this hollowed out pain
There’s a ghost in the kitchen and a shadow that sits in your chair
I reach for a hand but there’s nothing but cold mountain air
I wish I could go back and tell you the things I kept locked
Before the clock on the mantle gave up and finally stopped

It’s just the dust on the frame and the rust on the gate
A heart full of sorry that arrived just a little too late
We were a wildfire burning through a field of dry gold
Now I’m standing alone in a story that’s already told
Yeah, it’s just the echo of a name in a house full of ghosts
Losing the one thing that I needed the most

They say that the healing is found in the passing of years
But time is a river that only gets fed by the tears
I’d trade every tomorrow for one more yesterday
To find the right words that would have made you stay
But the ink has all faded and the paper is torn
I’m just a traveler weathered and worn

It’s just the dust on the frame and the rust on the gate
A heart full of sorry that arrived just a little too late
We were a wildfire burning through a field of dry gold
Now I’m standing alone in a story that’s already told
Yeah, it’s just the echo of a name in a house full of ghosts
Losing the one thing that I needed the most

Just dust on the frame
Whispering your name
In the quiet of the rain
Yeah, it’s just the same