It's Still Too Soon To Tell

Through the stillness of the evening comes the sound of dying cars
And it drifts up through your window, then I turn and there you are
A window fan is blowing but this room is hot as hell
I don't know where this is going 'cause it's still too soon to tell

There is music softly playing, I like all your stolen songs
And the television's dead because we hooked it up all wrong
In the dark it's numbers blinking weave their own hypnotic spell
I don't know what you were thinking 'cause it's still too soon to tell

At the door of your apartment there's a big old flashy bike
And a spider spinning webs around a pale yellow light
And there's someone cooking something, I can't identify the smell
Better days just might be coming but it's still too soon to tell