Lyric

Steam on the glass

Two cups between our hands

You talk about your day

I trace the rim

Just listening

The window holds the rain

Head on my shoulder

Weight so kind

You say you’re not that strong

I smile and let the silence answer

Soft evening keeps its promise

Folding every fear into your hair

Time drifts like old confessions

Scattered on this secondhand chair

You are here

I am learning

How a quiet touch can still ignite

Soft evening keeps its promise

Turning ordinary hours into light

You laugh at your own joke

Face lit by the crooked lamp

Dog asleep beneath our feet

Tail twitching through some playful dream

A list upon the fridge

Groceries for a life we share

Your thumb on my wrist

Counting out a pulse you swear is calm

Soft evening keeps its promise

Folding every fear into your hair

Time drifts like old confessions

Scattered on this secondhand chair

You are here

I am learning

How a quiet touch can still ignite

Soft evening keeps its promise

Turning ordinary hours into light

What if nothing grand arrives?

No sudden script that changes all

Just dishes in a leaning stack

Keys tossed in the bowl by the door

If this is what forever means

I’d sign my name a thousand times

For one more simple sunset

Where you forget your tea goes cold

Soft evening keeps its promise

Folding every fear into your hair

Time drifts like old confessions

Scattered on this secondhand chair

You are here

I am learning

How a quiet touch can still ignite

Soft evening keeps its promise

Turning ordinary hours into light