Verse
Desk lamp humming, amber on the wall
Half a page of notes I let fall
Steam curls up from a cup gone cold
Streetlight blinking in the fog and gold
Pre-Chorus
The thunder's gone, it's rolling out to sea
So why's my chest still holding steady?
Maybe this is how it's supposed to be
Chorus
Rain on the windowsill again
Tracing slow where the light bends
Nothing left to hold, nothing left to mend
Just rain on the windowsill again
Verse
Your old sweater's draped across the chair
Smells like cedar, smells like softer air
The gutter drips a lazy two-four beat
Puddles catching neon on the street
Pre-Chorus
The thunder's gone, it's rolling out to sea
So why's my chest still holding steady?
Maybe this is how it's supposed to be
Chorus
Rain on the windowsill again
Tracing slow where the light bends
Nothing left to hold, nothing left to mend
Just rain on the windowsill again
Bridge
Used to run from every gray
Now I let the gray stay
Static hush, a slower way
Just breathe it in and let it lay
Chorus
Rain on the windowsill again
Tracing slow where the light bends
Nothing left to hold, nothing left to mend
Just rain on the windowsill again
