Rain on the Windowsill Again (версия 3)

Verse

Kettle ticking soft against the counter

Steam is drawing circles on the glass

Yesterday's mug still sitting where you left it

Half a moon of lipstick holding fast

Radio hums low from the next room

Vinyl crackle underneath the hush

Amber light pools golden on the floorboards

Time moves slower than it needs to rush

Pre-Chorus

And I don't reach for my phone

I just sit here in the glow

Something in the gray outside

Feels like somewhere I should go

Chorus

Rain on the windowsill again

Tracing where the old light bends

Nowhere I would rather be

Than right here with this memory

Rain on the windowsill again

Verse

Photograph tucked in the pages

Corner bent from someone's thumb

Smell of cedar from the closet

Where the winter coats stay young

Dust is dancing in the sunbeam

Breaking through the clouded pane

Every drop that hits the glass here

Sounds like something calling out your name

Pre-Chorus

And I don't reach for my phone

I just sit here in the glow

Something in the gray outside

Feels like somewhere I should go

Chorus

Rain on the windowsill again

Tracing where the old light bends

Nowhere I would rather be

Than right here with this memory

Rain on the windowsill again

Bridge

Maybe warmth is just a small room

Maybe home is just this pause

Maybe all I need is quiet

And the weight of what it was

The kettle's cooling on the counter

But I'm in no rush at all

Chorus

Rain on the windowsill again

Tracing where the old light bends

Nowhere I would rather be

Than right here with this memory

Rain on the windowsill again