歌詞

Morning rests on the kitchen chair

A folded note and your woolen scarf there

Coffee cools beside the window pane

You hum the tune that finds me again

Stay a little, speak low

Let the quiet take its time to grow

Your hand near mine, the room turns slow

Stay a little, don't let go

Rain leaves silver along the glass

Footsteps fade as the neighbors pass

You tell me stories from years ago

I catch the parts you almost don't show

Stay a little, speak low

Let the quiet take its time to grow

Your hand near mine, the room turns slow

Stay a little, don't let go

No grand promise, no need to explain

Just your coat drying beside the window rain

If tomorrow asks where we have been

I'll say right here, beginning again

Stay a little, speak low

Let the quiet take its time to grow

Your hand near mine, the room turns slow

Stay a little, don't let go

The cup is empty, the afternoon turns blue

I leave the door unlatched for you