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
