I can hear it falling outside the door
Tracing every drop upon the floor
Your shadow dances in the candle glow
Moving sweet and pulling slow
A rusted porch swing and a midnight breeze
Silver moonlight tangling in the trees
You look at me with fire in your stare
Leaving memories we are bound to share
The thunder rolls across the canyon line
I pour a glass of honeyed summertime
You lean in close to catch a gentle breath
Sparking embers right inside my chest
Whispering names in the pouring rain
Washing away the dust and the pain
Two wild hearts running out of the cold
A midnight story waiting to be told
Running out of the cold
A midnight story waiting to be told
Fingertips are painting on the glass
Watching every clouded moment pass
Your tender touch is melting through the chill
Time is heavy and it stands so still
The thunder rolls across the canyon line
I pour a glass of honeyed summertime
You lean in close to catch a gentle breath
Sparking embers right inside my chest
Whispering names in the pouring rain
Washing away the dust and the pain
Two wild hearts running out of the cold
A midnight story waiting to be told
Running out of the cold
A midnight story waiting to be told
We are drifting deeper in the faded light
And Sayed is falling for your soul tonight
The rhythm of the storm is drawing near
Everything I want is standing here
Listen to the rhythm against the pane
Just you and me inside the rain
Whispering names in the pouring rain
Washing away the dust and the pain
Two wild hearts running out of the cold
A midnight story waiting to be told
Tracing every drop upon the floor
Your shadow dances in the candle glow
Moving sweet and pulling slow
A rusted porch swing and a midnight breeze
Silver moonlight tangling in the trees
You look at me with fire in your stare
Leaving memories we are bound to share
The thunder rolls across the canyon line
I pour a glass of honeyed summertime
You lean in close to catch a gentle breath
Sparking embers right inside my chest
Whispering names in the pouring rain
Washing away the dust and the pain
Two wild hearts running out of the cold
A midnight story waiting to be told
Running out of the cold
A midnight story waiting to be told
Fingertips are painting on the glass
Watching every clouded moment pass
Your tender touch is melting through the chill
Time is heavy and it stands so still
The thunder rolls across the canyon line
I pour a glass of honeyed summertime
You lean in close to catch a gentle breath
Sparking embers right inside my chest
Whispering names in the pouring rain
Washing away the dust and the pain
Two wild hearts running out of the cold
A midnight story waiting to be told
Running out of the cold
A midnight story waiting to be told
We are drifting deeper in the faded light
And Sayed is falling for your soul tonight
The rhythm of the storm is drawing near
Everything I want is standing here
Listen to the rhythm against the pane
Just you and me inside the rain
Whispering names in the pouring rain
Washing away the dust and the pain
Two wild hearts running out of the cold
A midnight story waiting to be told