The rain is drawing on the glass, little rivers from the past. Your sweater's hanging by the door, like you've been here a thousand times before. The kettle sings, the daylight fades, we hide inside these quiet shades. And all the noise I used to know feels like a world we can let go. We don't need a place to run, we don't need another sun. Let the whole world spin outside, we're alright. Stay a little longer, let the evening fall. When the world gets colder, we don't feel it all. Every little heartbeat, every grain of sand, Feels like coming home again, somewhere soft to land. The shadows dance across the floor, we don't talk about much anymore. Not every silence needs a name, not every spark becomes a flame. Your laughter settles in the room, like flowers finding ways to bloom. And for a moment, time stands still, like maybe, just this once, it will. We don't need to chase the light, we can let it fade tonight. All the things we couldn't find stay behind. Stay a little longer, let the evening fall. When the world gets colder, we don't feel it all. Every little heartbeat, every grain of sand, feels like coming home again, somewhere soft to land. When the morning comes around, and the leaves are on the ground, I'll remember where I am... Somewhere soft to land.
