Lyric

Mug on the table

Steam tracing halos in air

Your sweater hangs off the back of that chair

Dust floating slow in the slant of late day

You hum as you stir up the soup

Lip prints asleep on the rim

A grocery list curled on the fridge

Crossed-out plans and scribbled names

Soft echoes after sunset

Little things that hold me here

Fingerprints on every moment

Every quiet

Every year

Soft echoes after sunset

I keep finding them in you

In the way you say “it’s nothing”

When it means the world you do

Keys in the bowl by the door

Shoes kicking off by the wall

Laugh from the hallway

Small and bright

Like it never knew the word “goodbye”

How did the big dreams

Shrink to this room

And somehow feel

Too huge to lose?

Soft echoes after sunset

Little things that hold me here

Fingerprints on every moment

Every quiet

Every year

Soft echoes after sunset

I keep finding them in you

In the way you say “it’s nothing”

When it means the world you do

Years on the calendar

Folded like paper cranes

All of the sharp edges

Tucked into softer shapes

If every faded photograph

Is proof that we came through

Then every empty coffee jar

Says I shared my days with you (Oh)

Rain taps a code on the glass

Dogs in the distance complain

You lean your head on my chest

Counting the beats

Counting the breaks

Soft echoes after sunset

Little things that hold me here

Fingerprints on every moment

Every quiet

Every year

Soft echoes after sunset

I keep finding them in you

In the way you say “it’s nothing”

When it means the world you do

Lamp humming low over us

Sink full of plates for later

You reach for my hand in the half-dark

And the room turns into forever