Rain on the Windowsill Again (वर्ज़न 2) – Paper Moth

Verse

Six a.m. and the kettle hums low

Steam on the glass writes a language I know

Grey light folding on the edge of the bed

Sock feet on floorboards, quiet in my head

Cup between palms like a small paper sun

Nothing to chase, nowhere I gotta run

The clock on the wall barely bothers to tick

Just me and the hush and the porch light gone dim

Pre-Chorus

And the world hasn't started

No cars, no sound

Just my breath and the curtain

Hanging slow, hanging round

Chorus

Rain on the windowsill again

Tracing where the morning's been

Nowhere to be, no rush, no end

Just rain on the windowsill again

Verse

Notebook page curling from yesterday's spill

Half a thought written, the rest of it still

Radiator ticking a lazy slow beat

Cat on the windowsill, warm at my feet

The block outside sleeping in shades of blue

Streetlamp still on though it's got nothing to do

I let the coffee go cold in my hand

Some mornings are meant to just quietly stand

Pre-Chorus

And the world hasn't started

No cars, no sound

Just my breath and the curtain

Hanging slow, hanging round

Chorus

Rain on the windowsill again

Tracing where the morning's been

Nowhere to be, no rush, no end

Just rain on the windowsill again

Bridge

Maybe stillness is its own kind of home

Maybe quiet's not the same as alone

The kettle clicks off, and I let the steam go

Some things you don't have to know

Chorus

Rain on the windowsill again

Tracing where the morning's been

Nowhere to be, no rush, no end

Just rain on the windowsill again