Lyric

In the drawer, two keys

One still fits the lock

Sunday rain on the sill

Your coat on the chair

I kept the doorframe marks

From the winter move

The house learned your shape

Before I did

And every room

Still turns to your side

Every small thing

Keeps your name inside

Hold this quiet flame

Hold it through the night

What we broke in time

Still catches light

Hold this quiet flame

Let it bend, not break

Even after all

We still make shape

The kettle sings alone

By the chipped white sink

Two cups on the shelf

One is cracked, one waits

I traced your old reply

On the fogged-up glass

Then the morning came

And it slipped away

And every room

Still turns to your side

Every small thing

Keeps your name inside

[Chorus]

Hold this quiet flame

Hold it through the night

What we broke in time

Still catches light

Hold this quiet flame

Let it bend, not break

Even after all

We still make shape

If the road goes hard

If the hours run thin

I will meet the ache

Where the ache begins

No grand vow, no crown

Just a steady hand

Two worn hearts, still warm

Learning how to stand

Hold this quiet flame

Hold it through the night

What we broke in time

Still catches light

Hold this quiet flame

Let it bend, not break

Even after all

We still make shape