[Verse 1] On a rainy rooftop you fold my jacket round your shoulders, Late-night coffee cooling in two chipped porcelain cups. A frayed train ticket burns slow between our fingers— Maps we never took, dreams we keep in our pockets. You hum a tune that stitches up the cold air, Neon traces the edge of your smile like a harbor light. [Pre-Chorus ] When the sky tightens and the world forgets our names, I'll trace the route from your pulse to mine. No grand words left to waste—only small strong things: The way I tie your scarf, the way I know your quiet lines. [Chorus ] I will anchor in the harbor of your glance—stay with you forever. I'll fold my map into your palm and never ask for more. If the tide tries to take us, I'll light a match and stand the weather— Anchor in the harbor of your glance; stay with you forever. [Verse 2] We trade morning radio for the creak of kitchen floors, A postcard with a crooked stamp hangs on our fridge like proof. You leave footprints in the flour when you laugh at my mistakes; A small surrender—two spoonfuls of sugar, one lit fuse. There’s a suitcase with a lock I haven't touched in years, But when you reach, my fingers find the quiet key. [Pre-Chorus ] Storms will come with their loud maps and teeth of paper nights, But I have learned the harbor lines by heart. No pomp, no sweeping scenes—just steady hands and coffee-stained vows, A thousand tiny signs that say I’m staying where you are. [Chorus — Variation] I will anchor in the harbor of your glance—stay with you forever. We’ll burn the edges of our maps and stitch the miles with light. When trains run late and strangers call our names like weather, Anchor in the harbor of your glance; keep me through the night. [Bridge ] There was a time I feared the leaving—let go, drift, be taken. I walked a shoreline where my footprints blurred and vanished. You found me with a scrap of courage in your palm, Said, "Bring the wreckage, bring the map—you won’t cross me out." If the ocean steals your laughter, I will trade my compass for a rope, Swim through the ache to pull you back to dry land. [Chorus — Final / Heightened] I will anchor in the harbor of your glance—stay with you forever. I’ll turn the lighthouse inward, keep a flame for every storm. If distance lays its claim, I’ll chart the way by your small radiance— Anchor in the harbor of your glance; stay with you forever. [Post-Chorus / Counter Melody] (Stay) like tide that learns a shoreline’s name, (Forever) like a match that keeps its flame. [Outro ] So let the world keep spinning its wild maps and rumor tides; We’ve learned to read the little lights—your wrist, your laugh, your hands. My vow is a simple harbor, moored soft against your glance: Stay with you forever—anchored, quiet, true.