There's a rhythm in the radiator
Soft glaze against the gray
We speak like distant paper
Folding thought away
A slow fire hides in a winter breath
It burns but never shows its depth
Between your words I start to see The warmth that waits for me
Clock
forgets to count Your sleep catches a spark
You smile in quiet doubt Our warmth defies the dark
A slow fire hides in a winter breath
It burns but never shows its depth
Between your words I start to see The warmth that waits for me
The frost on glass rewinds The summers we design
But even
ice will learn Where quiet hearts still burn
I rest where your voice won't stay The light begins to fade
The silence feels alive And winter can't survive
A slow fire hides in a winter breath
It burns but never shows its depth
Between your words I start to see The warmth that waits for me