
Lyrics
Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh You showed up late in somebody's coat Said you missed the bus, but I don't think so Ordered black coffee at half past ten Said you couldn't sleep, then ordered it again You hate small talk, you love bad TV Your eyes go wild, when you get freaky Remember the name of every street But never where you left your keys And it's the little things you do When you think nobody sees Like tapping out a rhythm With your fingers on my knee You say my name Like it's just another word But I've heard it a thousand ways And yours just hits my core And there's that coat That coat you said you always wore Yet I'm looking right at it Hanging by my bedroom door Oh-oh-oh, somebody's coat Oh-oh-oh, hanging by my door You leave your books face down on chairs There's always a pencil in your hair You hum along to songs you hate And somehow always turn up late You grabbed my hand to cross the street Then forgot to let go, conveniently You talk about the places you'll go Like you're already halfway down the road And it's the little things you do When you think nobody sees Like stealing all the blankets Then blaming it on me You say my name Like it's just another word But I've heard it a thousand ways And yours just hits my core And there's that coat That coat you said you always wore Yet I'm looking right at it Hanging by my bedroom door Oh-oh-oh, somebody's coat Oh-oh-oh, hanging by my door It's been three weeks since you left it And I haven't moved it once I keep telling all my friends That it's only just a coat But sometimes when it's raining And the streetlights turn to gold I wonder if you're coming back Or if you forgot it long ago You say my name Like it's just another word But I've heard it a thousand ways And yours just hits my core And there's that coat That coat you said you always wore Yet I'm looking right at it Hanging by my bedroom door Oh-oh-oh, somebody's coat Oh-oh-oh, hanging by my door You showed up late in somebody's coat Now it's hanging by my door
About this song
A forgotten coat becomes the unlikely centrepiece of a relationship that has quietly fallen apart. On Somebody's Coat, Silver Saints combine bright guitars, infectious basslines and energetic pop-rock rhythms with intimate, bittersweet storytelling. Through affectionate memories and everyday observations, Ethan Cole gradually reveals the pain behind an object left hanging by his bedroom door. Catchy, warm and quietly heartbreaking, the song explores how ordinary belongings can become extraordinary reminders of someone who is no longer there.








