[Intro]
2:02 a.m., rain on the window, soft 808 heartbeat.
Streetlights blink like old voicemail receipts.
[Verse 1 — Him]
I’m city-tired, gold heart under concrete,
Tongue full of secrets, pockets full of keys.
You called me “home” in a voice like a backseat,
Where every prayer hums low in the heat.
I keep my cool where the moon keeps distance,
But your name turns smoke into incense.
I’ve been the echo no one could answer,
Now you’re the proof that quiet beats faster.
[Pre-Chorus — Her]
If you fall through the dark, I’m the staircase light,
Hold my palm to your chest till we measure right.
I’ve got room in my ribs where your thunder fits,
Lay your history down—let the future sit.
[Chorus — Both]
Come to the center of my chest, breathe slow, don’t rush it.
Lay your armor by the nightstand; I’ll hush it.
We could make a heaven out of hush and hum,
Two halos made of headphone cords—become one.
If we’re lost, love, let the rainfall drum;
I’ll count you back to one.
[Verse 2 — Him]
I had a habit of almost, of nearly, of next time,
Of kissing the truth with my head, not my whole spine.
Your laugh put a zipper on all my ghosts,
Pulled me open where the dawn lives most.
I’m not perfect—just honest when it matters,
Hands learn your grammar, slow like ladders.
Read me out loud till the commas heal,
Write your name on the place I kneel.
[Break — Her]
Meet me where the traffic sleeps,
Where the skyline bows and the rumor weeps.
Say my name like it’s first and final—
I’ll turn the static into vinyl.
[Chorus — Both]
Come to the center of my chest, breathe slow, don’t rush it.
Lay your armor by the nightstand; I’ll hush it.
We could make a heaven out of hush and hum,
Two halos made of headphone cords—become one.
[Bridge — Call & Response]
Him: I’ll bring truth, even when it’s heavy.
Her: I’ll bring light, even when it’s steady.
Him: If I break, will you hold the pieces?
Her: I’ll bead every shard till the thunder ceases.
[Final Chorus — Soft]
Come to the center of my chest, breathe slow—trust it.
All our yesterdays at the door—I’ll dust it.
Let the rain write down what we’ve begun…
Count me back to one.
[Outro]
Rain fades. Heartbeat lingers.
Your fingers, interlaced with my fingers.
