[Verse] Gray skies hum a quiet tune, Raindrops drum a gentle croon, Through these walls the trumpet sighs, Soft and low, it mourns and flies. [Pre-Chorus] Every note a whispered plea, Echoed in the solitude of me. [Chorus] Through the storm, your silver sound, Like a river winding round, Calling me to drift and dream, In this smoky morning gleam. Through the storm, your silver sound, Like a river winding round, Calling me to drift and dream, In this smoky morning gleam. [Verse] Curtains sway with weary grace, Shadows dance on window’s face, Each refrain, a velvet tear, Falling soft, both far and near. [Pre-Chorus] Every note a whispered plea, Echoed in the solitude of me. [Chorus] Through the storm, your silver sound, Like a river winding round, Calling me to drift and dream, In this smoky morning gleam. Through the storm, your silver sound, Like a river winding round, Calling me to drift and dream, In this smoky morning gleam. [Bridge] In the hush before the day begins, Your melody unwinds my strings, A tender ache that gently breaks, Filling cracks my heart still makes. [Chorus] Through the storm, your silver sound, Like a river winding round, Calling me to drift and dream, In this smoky morning gleam. Through the storm, your silver sound, Like a river winding round, Calling me to drift and dream, In this smoky morning gleam. [Outro] Raindrops fade, but you remain, Softly echoing the rain.