Lyric

A cup mark on the table

Steam drifting like a ghost in the lamp glow

You look at me and ask

“How was your day?”

And I answer

“I made it through…

I suppose.”

It’s just us and this old couch breathing

Your head on my shoulder

My eyes half closed

You laugh at nothing

And suddenly I’m lighter

This tiny room feels bigger than the world

Your sweater smells like outside

Cold air

Long walk from the train

You trace the cracks in my fingers

Call them proof I’ve been trying

You say

“You did enough today

You know that?”

I let the silence answer for a while

Your words sink slow like honey in the teacup

Turn my heavy heart into a gentle smile

[Verse 3]

Phone face down on the counter

Unread messages buzzing far away

You talk about your own deadlines

We trade yawns like secrets

We’re just two tired hearts on a Tuesday

Stacking small jokes against the dark

Every soft question you ask pulls me closer

Your voice turning emptiness into a spark

Clock hand limps past midnight

Dishes drying by the sink

You squeeze my palm and whisper

“Rest is also part of working”

I’m a worn-out shirt on a warm line

You’re the night wind holding me in place

In this quiet late-night conversation

You turn my lonely labor into grace

Let the email wait till morning

Let the inbox sleep alone

Right now I’m clocked in to your kindness

Taking payment in the way you say my name

Clock hand limps past midnight

Dishes drying by the sink

You squeeze my palm and whisper

“Rest is also part of working”

I’m a worn-out shirt on a warm line

You’re the night wind holding me in place

In this quiet late-night conversation

You turn my lonely labor into grace

[low vocal register] Let the email wait till morning

Let the inbox sleep alone

Right now I’m clocked in to your kindness

Taking payment in the way you say my name

One last sip of chamomile

As the lamp dims to a glow

In the silence, we find a rhythm

Where time moves soft and slow