Lyric

You leave the window half awake

A cup of tea beside the book

The morning takes its time to break

And gathers softly in your look

Come closer, let the room turn slow

There’s something only we can know

Hold me where the quiet bends

Where every little moment mends

Your hand is warm, the world is wide

Stay for the turning tide

A blue plate dries beside the sink

The kettle hums, then settles down

You smile before you even think

And pull me gently through the town

Come closer, let the room turn slow

There’s something only we can know

Hold me where the quiet bends

Where every little moment mends

Your hand is warm, the world is wide

Stay for the turning tide

If all the plans we made are gone

We’ll choose the road by passing rain

A little light will lead us on

And bring us home to start again

Hold me where the quiet bends

Where every little moment mends

Your hand is warm, the world is wide

Stay for the turning tide

Stay for the turning tide

Stay for the turning tide