Lyric

Hold the frame

Count to four

Your coat is hanging by the door

Blue receipt beneath the glass

Taxi numbers sliding past

You draw a circle on my sleeve

Like there’s somewhere else to be

Your phone lights up; you turn it down

A little laugh, a little frown

The kettle clicks, the room goes still

You ask me if I’m leaving soon

Keep your hand against my wrist

Give the hour one more twist

No big promise, no goodbye

Just stay until the kettle dies

Don’t call the morning in

Let this small room hold us in

Your shoes are by the kitchen chair

And I can breathe with you right here

Don’t make the moment choose

Which one of us has more to lose

If this is all the time we get

Let’s not spend it on regret

Stay—stay, one more minute

Wait—wait, don’t decide

Look—look, the cup is spinning

Round—round, then it goes quiet

You tell me about the train you missed

The paper ticket in your fist

I tell you how the old clock skips

You trace the crack along the rim

Outside, a delivery truck

Backs up twice, then gives up

You pull the blanket to your chin

And say, “It’s getting late again”

Keep your hand against my wrist

Give the hour one more twist

No big promise, no goodbye

Just stay until the kettle dies

Don’t call the morning in

Let this small room hold us in

Your shoes are by the kitchen chair

And I can breathe with you right here

Don’t make the moment choose

Which one of us has more to lose

If this is all the time we get

Let’s not spend it on regret

When the first bus shakes the glass

We’ll watch the blue hour pass

You can take the ticket stub

I’ll keep the ring from your teacup

Don’t call the morning in

Let this small room hold us in

Your shoes are by the kitchen chair

And I can breathe with you right here

No grand answer, no excuse

Just this hour we didn’t lose

When the kettle clicks again

We’ll know where the night began

Coat still hanging by the door

Count to four

Stay once more