Buttons – Sara Hartman

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I might have counted all the buttons on your shirt
While you were talking
I might remember smoking on the fire escape
Until the morning

(Hey!)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I might have memorized the buttons
On the elevator door
I might have stumbled down the stairs
when I broke to get to your floor

Oh, tonight if these walls caved in
I don’t think I would hear a thing
Oh, tonight if these walls came down
I don’t think I
Would hear a sound (Oh)
Would hear a sound (Oh)
Would hear a sound (Oh)
Would hear a sound (Oh)

I might have sketched your profile
Into the book that I was reading
On the target page in a little space
By the corner when you drove to the city

Oh, tonight if these walls caved in
I don’t think I would hear a thing
Oh, tonight if these walls came down
I don’t think I
Would hear a sound (Oh)
Would hear a sound (Oh)

I think I’ve found a button from your sleeve
Under my bed we wake last week
Yeah I thought of calling but somebody
Said you wanted nothing to do with me
I think I’ve found a button from your sleeve
And I didn’t even hear you leaving
And I, I didn’t even hear you leaving
And I, I didn’t even hear you leaving
I didn’t hear a sound