Grateful for quiet thunder

[Intro]
[Guitar Interlude, soft arpeggios]
(oh-oh, la-la)

[Verse 1]
[Male Raspy Vocal]
Thanks for the silence I hear through these thin walls,
For dust swirling lazy across the battered tiles,
For a long-smudged window leaking gentle April light,
For nothing urgent waiting on the line.
I let myself drift, lying just outside the sun,
A half-dressed stillness, cigarette curling aimless.

[Guitar Interlude]

[Verse 2]
[Male Raspy Vocal]
Thanks for the echo with the footsteps next door,
For whistles from your lips when the rain comes down.
Bare feet slapping kitchen linoleum slow,
Every careless word caught by the ceiling’s frown.
I’m waiting by the sink, tapping roots on dirty tile,
Watching laughter come and go—slipping sideways.

[Drums Break]

[Pre-Chorus]
Soft static in the room,
All these half-felt afternoons,
Sliding past in loose routines,
When I don’t quite move.
(la-la, la)

[Chorus: Duet Male/Female Vocal]
Grateful for quiet thunder rolling on the floor,
For each bruise of boredom carried for us both,
For little rituals we never really name,
And the hush that rises up when you go.
(oh-oh, stay)

[Guitar Interlude]

[Verse 3]
[Male Raspy Vocal]
Thank you for coffee cooling in its cracked cup,
For half-meant jokes and half-eaten toast,
For the parade of laundry hung behind the glass—
These clocks always melting, never in a rush.
I watch your shadow circle the room at night,
Breathe in the hush you leave before I close my eyes.

[Drums Break]

[Chorus: Duet Male/Female Vocal]
Grateful for quiet thunder rolling on the floor,
For each bruise of boredom carried for us both,
For little rituals we never really name,
And the hush that rises up when you go.
(ohhh, oh-oh, la-la-la)

[Bridge: Rap Verse]
[Male]
A mood in quarantine—curtains trembling, heartbeat stalling,
Bare ankles on the balcony, waiting for morning calling.
Thanks for letting dull days tumble, for apologies slow,
We draw chalk lines and run to the store for no reason,
Lunch stuck in a flicker, summer’s still in hiding,
I lose myself a minute, then return to the fighting.

[Chorus: Duet Male/Female Vocal]
Grateful for quiet thunder rolling on the floor,
For each bruise of boredom carried for us both,
For little rituals we never really name,
And the hush that rises up when you go.

[Outro]
[Drums Break - Heavy riff, orchestral fade, atmospheric keys]
(oh-oh, la-la-la, ohhh)
[End]