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 it 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

Would hear a sound

Would hear a sound

Would hear a sound

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 we 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

Would hear a sound

Would hear a sound

Would hear a sound

I think I’ve found a button from your sleeve

Under my bed real late last week

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 leave

And I, I didn’t even hear you leave

And I, I didn’t even hear you leave

I didn’t hear a sound