Lyric

You leave the window open to the sea

Salt on the table, keys beside the tea

I trace the map your coffee cup has made

And let the afternoon arrive unafraid

If you turn, I’ll be right here

Close enough to disappear

Take me where the warm tide bends

Where a quiet road forgets its ends

Hold this moment, let it start

With the ocean folding through my heart

A paper lantern swings above the door

Your blue shirt dries beside the kitchen floor

The radio is low, the kettle sings

Small ordinary, beautiful things

If you stay, the room turns wide

Every wall becomes a tide

Take me where the warm tide bends

Where a quiet road forgets its ends

Hold this moment, let it start

With the ocean folding through my heart

No promise needs a polished name

No map can keep a wave the same

Your hand finds mine beneath the sleeve

And that is all I need to believe

Take me where the warm tide bends

Where a quiet road forgets its ends

Hold this moment, let it start

With the ocean folding through my heart

Stay until the kettle cools

Stay until the morning moves