Lyrics

Loneliness moves like a quiet rain,
Rising slowly at the edge of night;
From distant fields, it learns the name
Of every shadow drawn to light.

It leaves the sea before the dark,
Climbs the air it once had known;
No sound, no sign, no fragile mark,
Just something finding its way home.

And when it falls, it doesn’t break,
It settles gently on the street;
No promise made it has to fake,
No fear of who it’s meant to meet.

It comes from heights we can’t recall,
From places older than our breath;
It knows the city, stone by wall,
It knows the shape of quiet depth.

Through open windows, sleepless rooms,
It finds the ones who stay awake;
Not as a weight, not as a wound,
But as the truth we didn’t make.

And when it falls, it doesn’t break,
It settles gently on the street;
No promise made it has to fake,
No fear of who it’s meant to meet.

So let it fall; don’t turn away.
Some things arrive to make us clear.
Loneliness, like rain, will stay
Only as long as we are here.