ISHNLV - Heartbeat

Saying what I'm all still won't confess.
Car park, windows fogging up slow.
Old songs on a station we don't know.
Your hand out the window, catching rain.
You look at me like you're trying to explain.
Heartbeat louder than the thunder in my chest.
You lean, and everything around us disappears.
Hold me, count the tiny tremors in my breath.