Lyric

The glass is cold in my hand

Your glove has just let mine go

We turn beneath the chandeliers

And play the part we know

Your laughter falls like satin

Across the polished floor

I keep it in my pocket

For later, when you’re gone

The clock makes soft 3/4 circles

Over roses in their bowls

And every little favor

Becomes a bruise I hold

If I ask you to stay

Will the spell refuse?

Or will the first pale morning

Take the ribbon from our shoes?

When the carriage fades

When the carriage fades

I’ll still taste your name

On the edge of the rain

When the carriage fades

When the carriage fades

I’ll be left in the gold

Of a once-held flame

Your kiss was a small promise

Folded deep in the dark

Now it rests like lace and moonlight

In the center of my heart

The violin by the windows

Keeps drawing out the air

I smile for the strangers

But you are not there

The clock makes soft 3/4 circles

Over roses in their bowls

And every little farewell

Finds a seam in my soul

If I ask you to stay

Will the spell refuse?

Or will the first pale morning

Take the ribbon from our shoes?

When the carriage fades

When the carriage fades

I’ll still taste your name

On the edge of the rain

When the carriage fades

When the carriage fades

I’ll be left in the gold

Of a once-held flame

Let the horses go

Let the lanterns dim

I won’t ask the night

To bring you back again

I’ll wear this aching softly

Like pearls beneath my skin

A beautiful beginning

That still lives where you’ve been

When the carriage fades

When the carriage fades

I’ll still taste your name

On the edge of the rain

When the carriage fades

When the carriage fades

I’ll keep one small light

In the hall of my name