Verse 1 The morning slips through the kitchen glass, the house begins to breathe. I make the coffee like I used to, but nothing sounds like it should be. And still I hear myself saying, the way I always used to do: “Good morning, darling, how are you?” as if you’re here in the room. Pre‑Chorus Because words don’t fade so quickly after living side by side. And love won’t take its leave of you, it doesn’t simply die. Chorus I still talk to you, as if you might hear me for a while. I still talk to you, the way I did through all our miles. “Darling, I’m heading out,” “Darling, I’m home again.” And in the quiet of our little house your name still settles in. I still talk to you, because silence cuts too deep inside. I still talk to you, because you’re always by my side. --- Verse 2 The flowers in the garden bloom, the seasons come and go. The world keeps turning like before, but not for us, I know. Sometimes I see a little thing and think, “I’ll tell her later.” Then it hits me once again that you’re no longer here. Pre‑Chorus But what we built together doesn’t vanish with the years. Fifty‑plus of loving you won’t disappear. Chorus I still talk to you, as if you might hear me for a while. I still talk to you, the way I did through all our miles. “Darling, I’m heading out,” “Darling, I’m home again.” And in the quiet of our little house your name still settles in. I still talk to you, because silence cuts too deep inside. I still talk to you, because you’re always by my side. --- Bridge They say that time will soften all the edges of the pain. But no one teaches hearts to forget a love that long remained. And every night before I sleep, I whisper soft your name. Not because I think you’ll answer — but because I love you just the same. --- Final Chorus I still talk to you, and sometimes my voice breaks. I still talk to you, and the distance feels less great. “Good evening, darling,” “Sleep well through the night.” And somewhere between longing and love you wait for me in the light. I still talk to you, until my own road reaches its end. For whatever death has taken, my love it cannot bend. --- Outro So tomorrow when the sun comes up and the house begins to wake, I’ll say again, like always: “Good morning, darling…” and feel you in this place.
