I lower my gaze to the hands that hold mine
At the silver ring upon your finger, gleaming under the moonlight
And watch as they
fall away
with the rain
And wake again to the whistle of the midnight train
And maybe the echoes of the dream are simply forgotten
But I cannot seem to forget the soft touch of the arms I got lost in
Standing at the window,
I fall
With the whispers of the stars
And wake again to the hissing kiss of my fading scars
I question the world underneath the velvet skies
Wondering if one day I'd have the future where you'd be mine
I whisper to the moon,
"You Fall,
Yet every night you stay."
And the moon whispers back, "Like you, my love is far away."
And we both fade into the whispering stars
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 11:33 AM UTC
I lower my gaze to the hands that hold mine
At the silver ring upon your finger, gleaming under the moonlight
And watch as they
fall away
with the rain
And wake again to the whistle of the midnight train
And maybe the echoes of the dream are simply forgotten
But I cannot seem to forget the soft touch of the arms I got lost in
Standing at the window,
I fall
With the whispers of the stars
And wake again to the hissing kiss of my fading scars
I question the world underneath the velvet skies
Wondering if one day I'd have the future where you'd be mine
I whisper to the moon,
"You Fall,
Yet every night you stay."
And the moon whispers back, "Like you, my love is far away."
And we both fade into the whispering stars
