Verse 1
I write to you in silver ink
on paper made of midnight air,
I fold each word before I think
and leave it on the windowsill there.
Pre-Chorus
The street is asleep, the candles are low,
and every unsent thing I know
is waiting for the light to go.
Chorus
These are my moonlit letters,
carried on a borrowed glow,
every line I never sent you
is the truest thing I know.
If the moon is all we share now,
let it tell you, soft and slow,
I am still here writing, darling,
in the silver and the snow.
Verse 2
Your name still lives inside my hands,
I trace it on the frosted glass,
the clock has rules I understand
but none of them can make this pass.
Pre-Chorus
The night is a room with only one door,
and I keep knocking, wanting more
of the voice I was listening for.
Chorus
These are my moonlit letters,
carried on a borrowed glow,
every line I never sent you
is the truest thing I know.
Bridge
Maybe love is just a light
that leaves long before it lands,
maybe all we ever hold
is what slips between our hands.
Outro
So I write to you in silver ink,
and the moon, as always, understands.