The morning paper says there’s rain on the way
A heavy canopy of concrete and grey
But I don't look at what the sky has to show
Ever since you taught my colder thoughts how to glow
I’m pouring coffee with a smile on my face
Feeling entirely out of gravity’s pace
It’s the simplest magic that you leave in the room
Like a sudden, quiet invitation to bloom
The clock on the wall has lost its frantic old race
Now everything is softening into your space
Because the world is a meadow when you’re standing near
Every jagged edge of the city is suddenly clear
A soft, green pasture in the middle of the stone
The sweetest safety that I’ve ever known
No matter what the calendar is trying to say
With you inside my heart, it’s a beautiful day
I used to count the worries hiding under my bed
And replay the heavy conversations in my head
But your hand in mine is a physical shield
Turning my doubts into an open, sunny field
The hum of the traffic sounds like a lullaby
Singing to the quiet clouds floating on by
We don't need a map or an expensive design
To make the ordinary days perfectly align
Just the tilt of your head and the warmth of your sigh
Is enough to paint a rainbow across a dark sky
Because the world is a meadow when you’re standing near
Every jagged edge of the city is suddenly clear
A soft, green pasture in the middle of the stone
The sweetest safety that I’ve ever known
No matter what the calendar is trying to say
With you inside my heart, it’s a beautiful day
Just a meadow of gold...
The warmest story to be told...
Whenever you are here.
It’s always clear.
