Last night felt colder than most.
Not the kind of cold that creeps under your skin,
but the one that settles behind your ribs
and whispers things you'd rather forget.

I kept the lights off.
Silence made too much noise.
There are hours I won't name
ones that left fingerprints on my breathing.

And now... I want the rain.
Not to hide,
but to let it fall until everything fades
until the weight slides off my shoulders
like wet silk.

And when the wet silk finds my skin,
it washes out the dark within.
No more shadows, no more weight,
just warmth that frees the coldest state.

[Chorus]

And when the wet silk finds my skin,
it washes out the dark within.
No more shadows, no more weight,
just warmth that frees the coldest state. 

And when the wet silk finds my skin,
it washes out the dark within.
No more shadows, no more weight,

Sometimes I wonder if we speak the same language at all.
The words sound familiar,
but they land differently
like echoes that never quite find me.

We breathe the same air,
walk under the same sky,
yet I drift alone
on a quiet raft built from everything I never said.

And when it gets too loud inside,
only the wet silk understands.
Only it can veil what I carry beneath the calm.

[Chorus]

And when the wet silk finds my skin,
it washes out the dark within.
No more shadows, no more weight,
just warmth that frees the coldest state. 

And when the wet silk finds my skin,
it washes out the dark within.
No more shadows, no more weight,