Lyric

Rain gathers silver on the window frame

Your coat is hanging by the kitchen door

A chipped blue mug still carries your name

And the kettle clicks, then says no more

I kept the room exactly as you left it

Even the book facedown beside the bed

But every quiet thing has started asking

What we do with all the words unsaid

Meet me where the last warm coals are breathing

Where the cold can’t take the color from our hands

I won’t promise that the hurt is leaving

Only that I’ll help you learn to stand

If the morning finds us changed and tired

We can build a little shelter from the rain

Bring the pieces, bring the fear, bring the fire

I will call you by your name again

The hallway bulb is flickering twice

A paper crane is caught beneath the chair

You laugh when I say we should leave tonight

Then check the weather like you still care

There are roads we never needed maps for

There are doors that only open from inside

Take my sleeve, the floor is cold beneath us

We can step beyond the life we tried to hide

Meet me where the last warm coals are breathing

Where the cold can’t take the color from our hands

I won’t promise that the hurt is leaving

Only that I’ll help you learn to stand

If the morning finds us changed and tired

We can build a little shelter from the rain

Bring the pieces, bring the fear, bring the fire

I will call you by your name again

Let the water write its crooked lines

Let the old house settle in the dark

You are more than what you left behind

You are still the match, still the spark

Meet me where the last warm coals are breathing

Where the cold can’t take the color from our hands

I won’t promise that the hurt is leaving

Only that I’ll help you learn to stand

When the morning lays its gold on broken windows

And the floorboards hold the weight of who we became

Bring the pieces, bring the fear, bring the fire

I will call you by your name again

Your coat is hanging by the kitchen door

But this time, we are walking out together