is not love.
Going on dates is not love.
Talking to someone 24-7 is not love.
Staying up all night for someone is not love.
Love is someone who sees the harsh side of you
and still chooses to love you.
It's someone who makes things happen for you when you can't.
Someone who holds you and calms you down
as tears pour out of your eyes.
A warning that you weren't quite there.
And then the night stopped breathing.
The city's heartbeat went completely flat.
The silence was a solid, heavy thing.
And we were trapped beneath all that.
The stars went out, the wind went still.
Upon our lonely windowsill, yeah.
Oh,
yeah.
Upon our lonely windowsill,
yeah.
Upon our lonely windowsill,
your words were hanging in the room.
As I walked away into the maze,
my own lungs forgot the way to feel.
Everything was holding still.
The world outside my window pane would never feel the same again.
Because the night stopped breathing.
The city's heartbeat went completely flat.
The silence was a solid, heavy thing.
And we were trapped beneath all that.
The stars went out, the wind went still.
Upon our lonely windowsill, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Upon our lonely windowsill.
It wasn't loud.
There was no crack.
Just a sudden, silent, final flash.
A moment stretched for miles and miles.
Between our tired,
broken smiles.
The night stopped breathing.
And it's been quiet ever since.
The night just holds its breath.
And waits,
and waits,
and waits.
And we saw.
Oh,
oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah.
Upon our lonely windowsill,
yeah.
Upon our lonely windowsill,
yeah.