Lyric

At the edge of the day

Two cups, one table

Rain on the window

And a name left untamed

Your laugh kept the room

From folding in on itself

Like sugar in cold tea

Sweetness learning restraint

Hands in the steam

We almost said the rest

But the whole world held

At the lip of a glass

One small spark

Near a matchless dark

And the hurt in our mouths

Turned soft, then apart

Stay in the after rain feast

Stay where the hurt turns sweet

No straight line fits this heart

We bend, we break, we eat

Stay in the after rain feast

Where every shard feels kind

Not every love arrives clean

Some come in crooked light

Morning found the plate

Still warm with our silence

A street dog barked once

Then vanished by the fence

Your coat on the chair

Looked like a question mark

And the room wore the shape

Of a storm passed through at dark

Hands in the steam

We almost said the rest

But the whole world held

At the lip of a glass

One small spark

Near a matchless dark

And the hurt in our mouths

Turned soft, then apart

When the after rain feast begins

Let the ache sit down and stay

We are not made of neat things

We are the things that fray

When the after rain feast begins

There's honey in the bruise

What bends under weather

Can still be chosen too

If morning asks for a verdict

Give it crumbs, give it rain

Give it a chair by the window

And two names left unchanged

Some loves arrive as a wound

Some arrive as a grace

This one came with both

And a slow, honest face

After rain, we feast on what remains

After rain, we learn the taste

No perfect shape can hold us

Still, we stay

After rain, we feast on what remains

After rain, the hurt turns bright

Not a fairytale ending

Just a life that feels alive