Lyrics
Monsoon on the glass, the last bus hums Fogged up window, I draw with my thumb A little half moon and a little star Every stop is a story of who we are Driver's got the heater on low Rain keeps time with the radio Your name on my phone, I let it glow Thinking what I'd say if I let it go Wipers sweep the dark away Words I keep and never say Monsoon window, bus fogged over Every raindrop races to the shoulder I'm riding home with my head against the pane Writing your name in the rain, in the rain Monsoon window, bus fogged over Soft little heartbeat, slow as the road is Nobody sees what I'm holding tonight Just the blur of the city and the soft yellow light Stranger in the seat with a paper bag Grandma on the phone, laughing, no drag Puddles pull the streetlights long Somebody hums a half-lost song I wipe the glass and the city appears Smeared like paint through the cold and the tears Not sad, just full, like the sky above Heavy with the weather and a little bit of love Wipers sweep the dark away Words I keep and never say Monsoon window, bus fogged over Every raindrop races to the shoulder I'm riding home with my head against the pane Writing your name in the rain, in the rain Monsoon window, bus fogged over Soft little heartbeat, slow as the road is Nobody sees what I'm holding tonight Just the blur of the city and the soft yellow light Stop requested, doors sigh wide Cold air, warm air, trade sides I step down into the silver street Rain on my shoulders, rhythm in my feet Monsoon window, bus fogged over Every raindrop races to the shoulder I walked home with my hood pulled low Your name in the fog where the soft lights glow Monsoon window, bus fogged over Soft little heartbeat, slow as the road is Nobody saw what I carried tonight Just the blur of the city and the soft yellow light Rain, rain, slow rain Fogged glass, soft name