THE EUPHORIC NIGHTS COLLECTION!

the streetlights through the window on a rainy winter night

i guess this is the opposite of golden hour
in the winter it's less than golden
it feels older
comforting
this is the place i remember home to be

subtle and quiet
crackling of the fire
the clock ticking away
as if time is a liar

rain on the glass of the window
the aroma of alone
like tears down my cheeks
in my loneliest weeks

the streetlights through the window on a rainy winter night
i am your company
tonight

and i let you love me like a ballad from the late eighties
my cries like
a whistle-tone
through the phone

the streetlights through the window on a rainy winter night
if i let myself cry one last time
it'll all be alright