Steam Off the Notebook Margins (versie 2)

Verse

Amber lamp low, window cracked an inch

Rain on the sill counts slower than a minute

Half a page of notes, ink gone soft and thin

Steam off the margins, curling out and in

Clock on the wall gave up keeping score

Pencil rolls off, I don't reach for it no more

Chai gone lukewarm in a chipped blue cup

The highlighter cap I never do close up

Pre-Chorus

So what's the use of holding on so tight

When the pages breathe on their own tonight

Maybe I don't need to know where this goes

Chorus

I'm letting it drift, letting it drift

Soft as the steam off the notebook margins

Letting it drift, letting it drift

No hands on the wheel, just the hum and the rain

Verse

Chalk dust settled on an old cassette

Half my thoughts I already forget

Streetlamp flicker through the paper blinds

Paints the highlighter yellow down my spine

Textbook open to a page I lost

Numbers blur like they don't count the cost

Somewhere past the third cup, I stopped keeping time

Let the equations dissolve into the rhyme

Pre-Chorus

So what's the use of holding on so tight

When the pages breathe on their own tonight

Maybe I don't need to know where this goes

Chorus

I'm letting it drift, letting it drift

Soft as the steam off the notebook margins

Letting it drift, letting it drift

No hands on the wheel, just the hum and the rain

Bridge

Maybe the answer was never mine to find

Just this lamp, just this hush, just this quiet kind of time

Let the ink bleed through, let the hour go soft

Nothing left to prove, nothing left to hold

Chorus

I'm letting it drift, letting it drift

Soft as the steam off the notebook margins

Letting it drift, letting it drift

No hands on the wheel, just the hum and the rain