Lyric

You leave your teacup by the window

A little crescent in the steam

I trace the places where you’ve been, love

And fold the morning into dreams

When you turn and catch my eyes

The room forgets the passing time

Stay a little closer, let the quiet find us

No need to promise what tomorrow knows

Your hand in mine is more than enough now

A tender kind of truth that only grows

Stay a little closer, let the whole world wander

We’ll keep this moment soft and slow

Your blue scarf rests across the chairback

The one you wore in early spring

I hear you laughing in the hallway

And every ordinary thing can sing

When you turn and catch my eyes

The room forgets the passing time

Stay a little closer, let the quiet find us

No need to promise what tomorrow knows

Your hand in mine is more than enough now

A tender kind of truth that only grows

Stay a little closer, let the whole world wander

We’ll keep this moment soft and slow

If the seasons change their colors

If the years move like a train

I’ll remember how you held me

And come back to this again

Stay a little closer, let the quiet find us

No need to promise what tomorrow knows

Your hand in mine is more than enough now

A tender kind of truth that only grows

Stay a little closer, let the whole world wander

We’ll keep this moment soft and slow

Stay a little closer

Soft and slow