Permanent Haze

[Verse 1]
Ria, the air's gone thin on Telegraph Hill,
The A2 below's a gold-frayed filament, still.
Remember that last week in August, the sky bruised purple-grey?
The condensation on your Coke can sweating the heat away.
You drew a face on it for me.

[Chorus]
And now the city's humming in a different key,
A permanent haze where the future used to be.
You said, "Bet you can see the end from here."
Funny, innit? It's never looked so clear.

[Verse 2]
I found that old Baracuta jacket you left, the one you hated.
The left cuff's unravelling, the lining's faded.
It still smells of the rain from that night and your perfume,
A ghost stitch holding the shape of you in my empty room.

[Chorus]
'Cause now the city's humming in a different key,
A permanent haze where the future used to be.
You said, "Bet you can see the end from here."
Funny, innit? It's never looked so clear.

[Bridge]
And for a second, I forget the locks have all been changed.
The slow bass walks me back down streets with re-arranged names.
Was it a promise, Ria, or just a beautiful lie?
That bespoke forever we tailored under that sky?

[Outro]
Yeah, it's never looked so clear...
(Music cuts to a single sustained, unresolved synth chord that hangs and fades for 8+ seconds)