where silence comes to stay

Gray curtains fall against the window pane,
The sky is bleeding out in shades of slate,
I trace the droplets running down the glass,
And watch the ghosts of summer slowly pass.

Your coffee cup is sitting on the stand,
A bitter remnant of a shifting sand,
The floorboards creak a rhythm of decay,
In this cold room where silence comes to stay.

Oh, this rainy heart in a wintered mind,
Looking for the pieces that I left behind,
The clouds are heavy, pressing on my chest,
There is no peace, and there is no rest,
Just the rhythm of the rain, a steady beat,
Falling on the cold and empty street.

I tried to build a fire from the past,
But memories are fragile, never meant to last,

The embers turn to ash before my eyes,
Underneath these bruised and weeping skies.

Oh, this rainy heart in a wintered mind,
Looking for the pieces that I left behind,
The clouds are heavy, pressing on my chest,
There is no peace, and there is no rest,
Just the rhythm of the rain, a steady beat,
Falling on the cold and empty street.

Oh, this rainy heart in a wintered mind,
Looking for the pieces that I left behind,
The clouds are heavy, pressing on my chest,
There is no peace, and there is no rest,
Just the rhythm of the rain, a steady beat,
Falling on the cold and empty street.

Drip... drop... the light is fading out,
Drip... drop... what was I dreaming about?
Just the rain,
Only the rain.