Slowdrawn letters from your hand
Every curve I understand
Unspoken lines still pull me near
Even silence feels sincere
You don’t say much, and that’s okay
Your presence always knows the way
We write our story with no rush
Ink of glances, paper hush
Folded words in candlelight
Tell me more than black and white
Even shadows feel like home
With your name, I’m not alone
Every curve I understand
Unspoken lines still pull me near
Even silence feels sincere
You don’t say much, and that’s okay
Your presence always knows the way
We write our story with no rush
Ink of glances, paper hush
Folded words in candlelight
Tell me more than black and white
Even shadows feel like home
With your name, I’m not alone