[INTRO] [VERSE 1] Your silence is a language spoken in half-closed doors I trace its vowels in the dark like dust along the floorboards [VERSE 2] In the spaces between streetlights your outline flickers on wet pavement a coat left hanging on the chair still holding the curve of your shoulders [PRE-CHORUS] Your eyes were hand-drawn maps coffee-ringed and creased at the edges I follow every faded line afraid of missing the turn [CHORUS] I come back to you where quiet wraps around us like worn-out sheets in winter where the silence feels like home [BRIDGE] Your words were never spoken still they settled in my ribs like bass from a passing car shaking the glass inside my chest [VERSE 3] In the echoes of your hallway under peeling midnight paint I turned the rusted handle slow and let the quiet take my hand [OUTRO] If silence is our language leave the light on low I'll meet you in the stillness where we never have to speak
