Verse
Amber lampshade, quarter past nine
Dust in the beam like it's floating in time
Radiator ticking a slow lullaby
Your old sweater still hangs on the door inside
Kettle's humming, steam on the glass
Fingerprint circles from summers that passed
Vinyl skips on the same worn groove
Kitchen light through the curtain, honey-gold hue
Pre-Chorus
And I don't need much, just this
Just the hush, just the static bliss
Some kind of quiet I can't quite name
Chorus
It's just static on the windowsill
Soft and grey and warm and still
Half a song I can't quite spell
Sitting here, remembering well
Verse
Photograph curling in the drawer by the bed
Blue ink letters, half of them unread
Porch light flickers like it's blinking in code
Same street corner where the maple trees grow
Coffee gone cold but I don't mind at all
Rain on the gutter like a soft curtain call
Slippers by the heater, worn at the heel
Every little nothing feels like something real
Pre-Chorus
And I don't need much, just this
Just the hush, just the static bliss
Some kind of quiet I can't quite name
Chorus
It's just static on the windowsill
Soft and grey and warm and still
Half a song I can't quite spell
Sitting here, remembering well
Bridge
Maybe it's not the moment I miss
Maybe it's just the shape of this
The space between the words we'd say
Folded soft like yesterday
Chorus
It's just static on the windowsill
Soft and grey and warm and still
Half a song I can't quite spell
Sitting here, remembering well
Outro
Mm, the light's still gold
Mm, the room's still warm
Nothing's gone, it's just
Settled into form
