Verse 1

The curtains swallow every shape

The hallway clock forgets to speak

I hold my breath beside the bed

And reach where you were meant to be

Pre-Chorus

No lamp, no window, nothing clear

Just the small sound of you near

Chorus

In all this dark, let me find your hand

One familiar touch, and I can stand

No need to tell me where we are

Your fingers make a place to start

In all this dark, let me find your hand

Verse 2

Your ring is cool against my thumb

Your sleeve smells faintly like the rain