A quietest room

The world is a radio turned up to ten

Static and sirens and "where have you been?"

I’m a kite in a gale, just a string in the sky

Looking for ground while the clouds pass me by.

But I pull on the handle and kick off my shoes

And the city dissolves like the evening news.

It’s not the lightning, it’s not the flare

It’s knowing you’re breathing the same dusty air.

It’s a cup on the table, a light in the hall

The one place the shadows don't feel quite so tall.

Love isn’t a storm or a thunderous boom

It’s finding the keys to the quietest room.

We’ve got the wrinkles and coffee-stained maps

The "maybe one days" and the "long-distance gaps."

I’ve seen your temper, you’ve seen my pride

There’s nowhere for us and our secrets to hide.

But there’s a grace in the mess and the Tuesday night rain

In the way that you know every inch of my pain.

They write all the poems about burning and gold

But nobody sings about growing old.

About the silence that’s comfortable, heavy, and sweet

Where the heart doesn't skip, it just finds a steady beat.

No, it’s not the lightning, it’s not the flare

It’s knowing you’re breathing the same dusty air.

It’s a cup on the table, a light in the hall

The one place the shadows don't feel quite so tall.

Love isn’t a storm or a thunderous boom

It’s finding the keys to the quietest room.

Yeah, the door’s always open.

The kettle is on.

The world can stay outside

Until the dawn.

In the quietest room...

With you.