Lyric

The sofa keeps the dents

From your tired little weight

One arm sagging low

Like it stayed up late

Mornings in the throw

With a half-read page

And your shoes by the leg

Like a small parade

It heard your laugh

Through a paper-thin wall

Held your silence

When you had none at all

The sofa knows the song

The sofa knows it well

It keeps what we forgot

Like a quiet, crooked spell

The sofa knows the song

In the seams and the thread

Every nap, every word

Still lives in that bed

There’s a ring on the tray

From a sweating glass

And a worn-out groove

Where the slow years pass

You sang to the moon

With your socks on the floor

Now the room feels full

When it creaks once more

It heard your name

In the dark of the hall

Held your moving days

And the hours that crawled

The sofa knows the song

The sofa knows it well

It keeps what we forgot

Like a quiet, crooked spell

The sofa knows the song

In the seams and the thread

Every nap, every word

Still lives in that bed

When the house goes still

And the night leans in

I sit where you sat

And I hear it begin

Not a grand goodbye

Just a soft return

From the worn-out place

Where the old songs learn

The sofa knows the song

The sofa knows it well

It keeps what we forgot

Like a quiet, crooked spell

The sofa knows the song

In the seams and the thread

Every nap, every word

Still lives in that bed