Lyric

You leave your book beside the chair

A paper moon pressed in the spine

I find your ribbon waiting there

And place it softly next to mine

The kettle hums, the curtains sway

A little rain has crossed the glass

You ask me if I’m here to stay

I smile and let the question pass

Stay for the quiet after supper

Stay while the cups are drying slow

Your hand can rest inside my hand

And we don’t need to say we know

The record turns, the room grows small

Your shoulder brushes mine again

No grand promise, nothing at all

Just two warm voices in the rain

If tomorrow calls my name

I’ll walk with you until it fades

If the morning changes everything

Tonight is ours, and that is enough

Stay for the quiet after supper

Stay while the cups are drying slow

Your hand can rest inside my hand

And we don’t need to say we know

The ribbon waits beside the book

The rain has softened on the pane

Stay for the quiet, stay a little

Then come and find me here again