[Verse 1: Nicole Atkins]
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

[Chorus: Nicole Atkins, (Nicole Atkins and Robert Harrison)]
(Our love isn't gone)
(We just have to move on)
We're so faded
Faded

[Verse 2: Nicole Atkins]
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