Late Checkout by Snowie Storm
Late Checkout
Verse 1
Silk curtains breathing in the dawn
Room still humming from last night’s song
Your jacket’s hanging on the chair
Like it knows we’re not going anywhere
Coffee cooling by the bed
Words we didn’t say instead
The city yawns below our feet
Time drips slow in satin sheets
Pre-Chorus
Keys are buzzing on the door
But I don’t hear them anymore
Clock keeps knocking, soft but loud
We’re wrapped up in a borrowed cloud
Chorus
Let’s take a late checkout, baby
Leave the world on airplane mode
Slow dance with the maybe
In a room nobody owns
Turn the morning into midnight
Pull the blinds, let daylight doubt it
If forever feels too far out
Let’s take a late checkout
Verse 2
Lipstick stain on porcelain
Promises in shorthand pen
Your laugh spills like vintage wine
Every second tastes like mine
Shoes kicked off, plans on pause
Gravity forgets its laws
Outside traffic learns to wait
We’re running late, and it feels great
Pre-Chorus
Front desk calling one more time
We let it ring, we steal the time
If leaving’s such a crime tonight
I’ll plead guilty in your light
Chorus
Let’s take a late checkout, baby
Leave the world on airplane mode
Slow burn in the maybe
In a room nobody owns
Turn the morning into midnight
Pull the blinds, let daylight doubt it
If forever feels too far out
Let’s take a late checkout
Bridge
No alarms, no alibis
Just your breath and neon skies
If this ends when doors unlock
Let it end around the clock
We don’t need a long goodbye
Just one more hour we can buy
Break
Tip the sun to wait outside
Slip another minute by
Heels on hold, hearts unchecked
This is time we won’t regret
Chorus
Let’s take a late checkout, baby
Sign our names in disappearing ink
Love don’t need an exit, maybe
Just a little longer to think
Turn the morning into midnight
Pull the blinds, let daylight doubt it
If forever feels too far out
Let’s take a late checkout
Outro
Keys will fall, the door will close
But right now, nobody knows
If we’re staying, if we’re out
All I want’s this moment now
So hush the clock, let it fade out
We’re living in a late checkout