Lyric

Sun on the sink

Kettle begins to hum

Steam on your glasses

You laugh, you spill some

Peace lives here

In chipped blue cups and sleepy smiles

Peace lives here

In socks that never match, in quiet miles

Between the rush and all the rush again

You reach for me

And peace lives here

Traffic in waves

Far like another world

You fold the mail

Edges neat, corners curled

Peace breathes slow

In simple notes you leave on fridges

Peace breathes slow

In crooked plants along the ledges

When every list is louder than our hearts

You look at me

And peace breathes slow

Phones facedown

Screen light fades to gray

You hum one line

Forget the words, still play

Peace feels warm

In borrowed shirts and tangled blankets

Peace feels warm

In shared old jokes and softened jackets

When storms are knocking hard against the glass

You lean on me

And peace feels warm

Late evening rain

Taps on the window frame

You count the drops

Then say them all by name

We don't need grand arrivals

Or perfect, polished days

Just this small, steady survival

Hand in hand

In all these gentle ways

Peace stays close

In half-spun plans and lazy Sundays

Peace stays close

In holding on through all the some days

When life runs wild and pulls us thin

You turn to me

And peace stays close