Rain writes letters on the café glass
Streetlamps bloom like saints in winter mass
She traces fingers where the light points past
He counts the seconds til the die is cast
Altos hum beneath her breath again
Hymns half-remembered rise from Where and When
The city hums a low amen
Two shadows merge where sidewalk ends
Love is streetlight gospel in the pour
Love is what we're reaching for
Not the fairytale the movies swore
But wet wool coats and open door
Love is streetlight gospel in the pour
His knuckles white around the steering wheel
She reads the dashboard's orange reveal
The wipers slash what eyes can't conceal
This moment spins on stainless steel
Choir robes folded in a cedar chest
Sunday mornings put to weekly test
But tonight the liturgy is flesh
And rain becomes the final bless
Love is streetlight gospel in the pour
Love is what we're reaching for
Not the fairytale the movies swore
But wet wool coats and open door
Love is streetlight gospel in the pour
No halo shines no organ swells
Just two heartbeats in parallel
The glass reflects what time can't quell
A story only they can tell
A story only they can tell
Engine cuts the night goes absolute
Keys drop heavy in a calloused palm
No grandeur in the aftermath calm
Just love love love love love love psalm
Love is streetlight gospel in the pour
Love is what we're reaching for
Not the fairytale the movies swore
But wet wool coats and open door
Love is streetlight gospel in the pour
Love is streetlight gospel in the pour
Love is what we're reaching for
Not the fairytale the movies swore
But wet wool coats and open door
Love is streetlight gospel in the pour
Love is streetlight gospel in the pour
Rain writes letters love reads clear
Streetlight gospel bringing near
