Faded - Nicole Atkins, Cotton Mather

There’s a tear-shaped case that we saw

In an auction hall, suffering in silence

Must be reassigned tonight

While we’re partioning the moonlight

And these red moth flames that adorn

The neural form, our old kitchen door

Lends the place a pointless air

The new tenants can make repairs

(Our love isn’t gone)

(We just have to move on)

We’re so faded

Faded

Here’s a magazine that we found

With a page turned down, relevant to two

Occupants of caustic youth

Who blurred their words to blunt the truth

Now our eyes both fall on the records

Baby, that’s the hardest part

Half of which we bought together

Now life is imitating art

(And our little dream)

(Is over, it seems)

We’re so faded

Faded

(Behind the self-assurance lies a broken fairy tale)

(And I must confess, this forwarding address)

(Don't mean my heart’s found home yet)

On a night in June when we keyed in tune

To quaint possibilities

Built this palace out of dust

Now it’s outlasted both of us

On to five o’clock when I keyed the lock

To my new familiar

Thoughts of you, I can’t resist

It’s you I want and always miss

(And looking ahead)

(From this empty bed)

I’m so faded

Faded

Faded

Faded

Faded

Faded