Lyric

You leave a folded note beside the cup

The morning takes its time to open up

A little sugar shining on the spoon

Your quiet smile arrives before the noon

The curtain moves, then settles by the chair

A tender breeze has found us resting there

You tell me stories only half complete

I keep the missing pieces soft and sweet

Stay for the coffee, stay for the blue

Stay while the old clock forgets what to do

No grand declaration, no reason to prove

Just your hand near mine, and a room made for two

The record turns beneath a softened hand

We trace the afternoon across the sand

Your voice is low, mine answers just as low

Two little rivers finding where to flow

If evening gathers slowly at the door

We’ll let it wait a little longer more

The world can have its hurry and its plans

Tonight is small enough to fit our hands

Stay for the coffee, stay for the blue

Stay while the old clock forgets what to do

No grand declaration, no reason to prove

Just your hand near mine, and a room made for two

The cup goes cold, the curtains turn

There’s nothing else we need to learn

You hum a phrase, I answer true

The quiet keeps a place for you