Verse 1
We used to talk ’til the sun would rise,
Now silence sleeps between our eyes.
But I still find you in my dreams,
Like coffee stains in old blue jeans.
We drift apart, then circle back,
Like vinyl grooves on a well-loved track.
No words, just glances we collide—
You’re still the moon that moves my tide.
I fold my thoughts like paper cranes,
Hide them deep in windowpanes.
But when the night begins to hum,
Your shadow tells me where you’re from.
You feel like rain in early June,
Unexpected, but gone too soon.
And though we ache in different ways,
You’re still the sun behind my haze.