[Verse] Glass in hand, Iâm running through the night, Stormâs rolling in, ainât no end in sight. Polishing the edges where the shadows cling, Every drop of rainâs a lonely kind of sting. [Pre-Chorus] Thunder rolling low, like a train on the track, Waiting on the quiet that I ainât seen back. [Chorus] Hold on to the glass, donât let it slip away, Pour out the pain, let the storm have its say. In this midnight hour, weâre just shadows and light, Polishing one glass, âtil the break of daylight. [Verse] Windâs howling fierce, but the bar stays still, Echoes of your voice like a bitter pill. Fingers trace the rim, lost in the reverie, Stormâs makinâ music only we can see. [Pre-Chorus] Lightning cuts the sky, but it donât show a face, Just like the memories I canât replace. [Chorus] Hold on to the glass, donât let it slip away, Pour out the pain, let the storm have its say. In this midnight hour, weâre just shadows and light, Polishing one glass, âtil the break of daylight. [Bridge] When the rain comes down and the night gets cold, This glass tells secrets that were never told. Two hearts in the dark, both breaking free, Polishing this glass like itâs all weâll be. [Chorus] Hold on to the glass, donât let it slip away, Pour out the pain, let the storm have its say. In this midnight hour, weâre just shadows and light, Polishing one glass, âtil the break of daylight. [Outro] Polishing one glass, âtil the break of daylight... Stormâs rolling in, but weâre holding tight.