Lyric

By the kettle-silver hush

You trace the day in gold

Tiny storms in your jacket seam

Still, you keep it composed

Every step on the tiled floor

Says, stay soft, stay kind

Even the hardest little hour

Can loosen up in time

Set your worry on the sill

Let it drift, let it thin

The crowded chest, the restless mind

Can breathe through the in-between

When the gray light folds in close

And the edges start to bend

A gentler map appears

At the corner of the bend

Saffron Harbor, take the tide

Saffron Harbor, side by side

All the restless pieces glow

All the tired colors flow

Saffron Harbor, stay awhile

Saffron Harbor, easy smile

Even love learns how to land

Softly in your open hand

On the long bench by the lane

Old stories pass like rain

Young hearts and worn-out shoes

All move through joy and strain

One keeps count of every chance

One sings through every bruise

One still laughs at shadowed doors

One refuses to lose

Set your worry on the sill

Let it drift, let it thin

The crowded chest, the restless mind

Can breathe through the in-between

When the gray light folds in close

And the edges start to bend

A gentler map appears

At the corner of the bend

Saffron Harbor, take the tide

Saffron Harbor, side by side

All the restless pieces glow

All the tired colors flow

Saffron Harbor, stay awhile

Saffron Harbor, easy smile

Even love learns how to land

Softly in your open hand

At the station of the long days

Your watch keeps asking why

Still you build a steady shape

From the scattered bits of sky

Keep your caution like a cloak

When the loud hours press

But leave one seam undone

For the tender things you bless

Set your worry on the sill

Let it drift, let it thin

The crowded chest, the restless mind

Can breathe through the in-between

When the gray light folds in close

And the edges start to bend

A gentler map appears

At the corner of the bend

Saffron Harbor, take the tide

Saffron Harbor, side by side

All the restless pieces glow

All the tired colors flow

Saffron Harbor, stay awhile

Saffron Harbor, easy smile

Even love learns how to land

Softly in your open hand

When the night begins to lean

And the room turns deep and blue

A faint gold thread in the dark

Keeps pulling you through

No grand vow, no perfect line

Just