Clouds are low, they hum your name,
Through the window, a blurred refrain.
Footsteps echo, but no one's there,
The air is heavy, whispers, prayers.

Silver rivers on the glass,
Tracing maps of things that passed.
Are you out there? Are you near?
Or just a ghost dissolved in tears?

The rain sings soft, a lullaby,
Kisses rooftops, drowns goodbyes.
All the words we left unsaid,
Seep through cracks, drip through my head.

Cigarette smoke and midnight trains,
Lights that flicker, lost remains.
There's a song beneath the storm,
Hiding echoes, keeping warm.

If I close my eyes, will you be there?
In the static hum, in the autumn air?
Or just a shadow slipping past,
Like silver rivers on the glass...

Let it fall...
Let it fall...
The rain sings on,
And takes it all.

Let it fall...
Let it fall...
The rain sings on,
And takes it all.