Текст песни
[Verse 1] You left your blue shirt on the balcony rail Salt on the collar, a story to tell We took the long way past the market stalls You laughed at the peaches rolling down the wall I kept your postcard inside my phone A crooked little sun over somewhere unknown Every small detail comes back in view When the warm wind turns and carries me to you [Pre-Chorus] If I could borrow one more evening One more hour before the colors fade I'd say the things I kept believing I'd let the quiet give them shape [Chorus] Meet me where the season turns Where the open windows breathe I’ll bring every word I learned You bring what you still need We can leave the door unlatched Let the whole world wait outside If the moment doesn’t last I’ll remember how it felt alive [Verse 2] Your old red bicycle leaned by the gate One tire low, but we never cared about the weight We followed river water under bridge lights Trading little futures through the warm July night Now the kitchen clock is running fast But I still hear your footsteps crossing the grass Somewhere between the then and now I found the courage to say it out loud [Pre-Chorus] If I could borrow one more evening One more hour before the colors fade I'd say the things I kept believing I'd let the quiet give them shape [Chorus] Meet me where the season turns Where the open windows breathe I’ll bring every word I learned You bring what you still need We can leave the door unlatched Let the whole world wait outside If the moment doesn’t last I’ll remember how it felt alive [Bridge] No, we don’t have to solve tomorrow No, we don’t have to name the change Put your hand inside my hand now Let the distance lose its place [Final Chorus] Meet me where the season turns Where the open windows breathe I’ll bring every word I learned You bring what you still need We can leave the door unlatched Let the whole world wait outside If the moment doesn’t last I’ll remember how it felt alive [Outro] Blue shirt on the balcony rail Warm wind moving through the veil I remember, I remember How it felt alive
