Lyrics
[Muted Jazz Guitar Intro]
The window frame is cool with rain,
a silver street below the sill.
[Verse 1]
The moon leans close across the brick,
to hear the words I softly hum.
A tenor line of honest truth,
where heavy memories go numb.
I pack the letters in a box,
and tie the hemp string round the lid.
No bitterness inside the seal,
just what the heartache did.
[Pre-Chorus]
The midnight traffic hums afar,
the radiator clicks and warms.
My chest relaxes in the calm,
past all the former storms.
[Chorus]
A tenor thread in moonlight.
It weaves through alleyways and neon glow,
releasing what I used to know.
No heavy anchor pulling down the sound,
a tenor thread in moonlight.
[Verse 2]
I pour cool water from the jug,
the blue mug heavy in my palm.
The midnight hours don't accuse,
they bring a settled balm.
A saxophone along the block,
drifts upward through the open pane.
I listen to the gentle key,
and wash away the stain.
[Chorus]
A tenor thread in moonlight.
It weaves through alleyways and neon glow,
releasing what I used to know.
No heavy anchor pulling down the sound,
a tenor thread in moonlight.
[Bridge]
Oh, I don't look back along the road,
the rearview mirror clear tonight.
The darkness turns a velvet blue,
beneath the streetlamp light.
[Chorus]
A tenor thread in moonlight.
It weaves through alleyways and neon glow,
releasing what I used to know.
No heavy anchor pulling down the sound,
a tenor thread in moonlight.
[Fading Wurlitzer Outro]
The blue mug heavy in my palm...
A tenor thread in moonlight.
[Fade Out]
[End]