Not enough to whisper

Verse 1

You say the words like candlelight—soft, a little warm, then gone,

They fold around the corners of the room and leave the work undone.

Saying “I love you” on the lip is a silk that slips from hand to hand,

But love is the steady weight of something you can understand.

Pre-Chorus

So come closer than the sentence, closer than the sound —

Let my fingers be the grammar of the ways you’re safe and found.

Chorus

Because whispering is pretty, but pretty doesn’t build a home,

Love is doing dishes, bringing blankets, calling when you roam.

Words breathe a kind of color, but color fades if left alone —

So saying “I love you” ain’t enough; show me the backbone.

Verse 2

I’ll keep the night-lamp burning where you like the shadow thin,

Remember how you twist your hair when you’re thinking of giving in.

I’ll learn the pockets of your silence, learn where your heavy lives,

Patch the edges of your tired with the small, slow way that mends.

Pre-Chorus

Hold me by the everyday: the lunch you never pack, the keys,

The way I’ll stand between your worry and the cold streets.

Chorus

Because whispering is pretty, but pretty doesn’t build a home,

Love is learning how to listen when your sentence breaks and groans.

Words can be permission, but permission doesn’t show the proof —

So saying “I love you” ain’t enough; I want the quiet truth.

Bridge (breathy)

It’s the coffee made before you wake, the umbrella by the door,

The voicemail I don’t delete because it says you once loved more.

It’s showing up to all the places where your courage wears and thins,

It’s the stubborn, gentle work of staying in the skin.

Chorus (soft, then rising)

Whispering is pretty, but pretty doesn’t build a home,

Love is holding open winters till the spring can come and comb.

Words color the first sunrise, but action keeps the light — the proof

That saying “I love you” ain’t enough; let my hands be what you choose.

Outro (fading)

So say the words, if you want — they melt on my tongue like sugar dust,

But if you mean them, love me in the small things, steady, slow, and just.

Porque music

See you when I see you

Otro