Lyric

It wasn’t dramatic, it wasn't a scene

Not like the movies or things that I've seen

It was so sudden, so hollow and plain

A brief conversation, a moment of rain

Just a few letters, a word or a line

Telling us things would no longer be fine

It was so simple, it was so small

Nothing was grand or poetic at all

No pain in my chest, no sharp stabs of grief

No falling or fainting or seeking relief

Did I accept it? Did I let it in?

Or am I just numb, underneath my skin?

In the silence of the room, time starts to freeze

Listening to the ghost of a soft winter breeze

You’re staring at the ceiling, looking for a sign

While I’m holding your hand, keeping yours in mine

We’re living through the quiet, the heavy and the gray

Waiting for the truth to find its own way

Nobody knows what tomorrow will hold

If luck will be cruel or if fate will be bold

If we’re given this life, then we live till the end

Whether it’s broken or starting to mend

Even if the road is bitter and long

Even if we're tired and no longer strong

You could scream at the world, you could let it all out

You could cry on my shoulder, you could holler and shout

But you’re just so quiet, so still in the light

Gazing at shadows in the middle of the night

So I’ll grip your fingers, I’ll tighten my hold

Keeping us warm in a world that’s gone cold

Whatever may happen, I won't turn away

I'll focus on now, on the light of the day

Even if my courage begins to subside

I’ll stay right here, standing close to your side

In the silence of the room, time starts to freeze

Listening to the ghost of a soft winter breeze

You’re staring at the ceiling, looking for a sign

While I’m holding your hand, keeping yours in mine

Not dramatic

Just a single word

The quietest thing I've ever heard

I'm here with you

Still here