night tides

Rain on the windowpane

Trace the outline of your name

Quiet thoughts begin to bloom

In the corners of this room

Oh, let the music play

Wash all the noise away

Just a violin and a gentle beat

Where the jazz and the shadows meet

Seconds tick, the clock spins round

Lost inside this pleasant sound

No more words we need to say

In this golden shade of grey

We find our peace in the space between

A quiet, cinematic scene (oooh,

so

sweet)

Oh, let the music play

Wash all the noise away

Just a violin and a gentle beat

Where the jazz and the shadows meet

Where the shadows meet...