Lyrics: Monta
Music: Monta
Screen door clicks, the ceiling fan spins slow
Honeysuckle climbing where the wild grapes grow
You left your book open on page forty-three
And the summer rain came quietly
Wet concrete smell through the window screen
A tractor somewhere far, a world unseen
I traced your name on the dusty glass
Wondering if these moments last
Itās not the words we never said
Itās the sound of rain before itās gone
Summer rain on warm black ground
A quiet kind of love that makes no sound
You donāt have to promise me forever
Just stay here underneath this roof with me right now
Fireflies blink like tiny morse code
The whole world slows down on this gravel road
Your hand touches mine, then pulls away
Some things are sweeter when they stay unsaid that way
Itās not the ending, itās the in-between
The damp air holding everything
Summer rain on warm black ground
A quiet kind of love that makes no sound
You donāt have to promise me forever
Just stay here underneath this roof with me right now
And when December comes with all its cold
Iāll close my eyes and hear this eveningās gold
The rain, the dust, the honeysuckle vine
Youāll still be hereāyouāre in the summer rain sign
Summer rainā¦
Screen door clicks againā¦
Somewhere, someoneās playing piano in the darkā¦
And the rain keeps falling
Soft as a secret
Soft as you