Winter on the windowpane, city moving slow like a midnight train. Old hurt fades in the streetlight glow, like footprints where the tide will go. Tomorrow’s wrapped in quiet blue, but I can feel it leaning toward you. Different roads, same sky above, I send your name out, dressed in love. Your beauty - it don’t need a spotlight. Your beauty - turns a cold room bright. When the dark tries to take its claim, you stay gold without saying your name. Hold on, hold on -easy, slow: you don’t have to force the thaw. Your beauty! All day! I know you brace for breaking sounds, for shaky floors and falling ground. Truth comes knocking, soft but real, peeling back what you can’t conceal. But some doors open when things move, making room for something true. Not every storm is here to stay, some clouds just roll your fear away. Your beauty - it don’t need a spotlight. Your beauty - turns a cold room bright. When the dark tries to take its claim, you stay gold without saying your name. Hold on, hold on -easy, slow: you don’t have to force the thaw. I can’t reach your hand from here, so I send a sign through open air. Just a quiet “I’m with you” on the line, warm like late-night radio, thin but fine. And step by step, you’ll start to see - the key was always you and me. Your beauty - it don’t need a spotlight. Your beauty - turns a cold room bright. Seasons turn and the river moves, old weight drops, new air comes through. Hold on, hold on -hear me now: you don’t have to force the thaw. Your beauty! Stays lit! All you are - that’s it.
