[Intro]
Raindrops tap the window, a soft, slow drum
A quiet Sunday hums in the rooms I’m in
[Verse 1]
Clouded light through glass, I trace my half-forgotten vows
A kettle sighs in the kitchen, and the clock draws near a vow
The rain speaks in sighs I don’t have the words to say aloud
I’m learning to listen to the quiet, to the ache on the clouded, crowded crowd
[Pre-Chorus]
If you listen with me, we’ll measure the gray in tiny frames
If you stay a little longer, maybe longing won’t feel so unnamed
[Chorus]
Rain on the pane, match my name with the rain
Longing in the corners of a Sunday that won’t explain
Hold on to the sound between hello and goodbye
In the rain, I hear myself whisper why
[Verse 2]
Books sit like old friends with pages turned to rain-streaked lines
A note left on the table, signed in a breath I can’t define
Promises weathered by weather, like margins in a tired old page
Yet I keep them close, these quiet truths I’m afraid to say out loud in a storm of doubt and praise
[Pre-Chorus]
If you listen with me, we’ll measure the gray in tiny frames
If you stay a little longer, maybe longing won’t feel so unnamed
[Chorus]
Rain on the pane, match my name with the rain
Longing in the corners of a Sunday that won’t explain
Hold on to the sound between hello and goodbye
In the rain, I hear myself whisper why
[Bridge]
And if the world slows down, will my air catch the color of your voice
I’ll keep typing these confessions, letting the storm be my only choice
[Chorus]
Rain on the pane, match my name with the rain
Longing in the corners of a Sunday that won’t explain
Hold on to the sound between hello and goodbye
In the rain, I hear myself whisper why
[Outro]
Let the rain write the letters I never spoke, let the window sing my quiet sighs
On this rainy Sunday, I learn again to breathe between the lines
