歌詞

When the crowd turns thin

And the day folds slow

We trace a silver curve

Through the afterglow

A soft edge in the room

A quiet kind of spark

Your shadow and my shadow

Learning in the dark

Every cracked horizon

Finds a gentler line

Every restless heartbeat

Can realign

Stay in the blue silk hour

Stay in the blue silk hour

We can breathe it through

Stay in the blue silk hour

Gentle on the fault line

Sweet on the skin of the air

Stay in the blue silk hour

And let the weight go there

By the window of the soul

The rain turns gold

Tiny storms grow tame

When the distance folds

A lantern of feeling

Behind the ribs

Turns heavy seconds

Into delicate gifts

Every lonely echo

Takes a softer name

Every sharpened edge

Can lose its frame

Stay in the blue silk hour

Stay in the blue silk hour

We can breathe it through

Stay in the blue silk hour

Gentle on the fault line

Sweet on the skin of the air

Stay in the blue silk hour

And let the weight go there

In the middle of the week

When the calendar bites

We carry bright stones

Through the crowded heights

A little hush of velvet

Over urgent lines

Turning sharp intentions

Into better signs

Every tight tomorrow

Can loosen at the seam

Every tired mind

Can drift in cream

Stay in the blue silk hour

Stay in the blue silk hour

We can breathe it through

Stay in the blue silk hour

Gentle on the fault line

Sweet on the skin of the air

Stay in the blue silk hour

And let the weight go there

When the loving gets uneven

And the words run thin

We sew a softer rhythm

Back under the skin

Not a blaze of thunder

Just a steady hand

A moonlit kind of mercy

Crossing every land

Every wounded distance

Can find a common tune

Every half-lit promise

Can bloom too soon

Stay in the blue silk hour

Stay in the blue silk hour

We can breathe it through

Stay in the blue silk hour

Gentle on the fault line

Sweet on the skin of the air

Stay in the blue silk hour

And let the weight go there

Let the long night soften

At the seam of the sky

Let the hidden ache

Float by, float by

No hard edges left

Only woven light

No storm can stay forever

When the colors turn right

Oh-oh, slow river

Oh-oh, soft fire

Oh-oh, we’re drifting

Through the blue silk hour

Stay in the blue silk hour

Stay in the blue silk hour

We can breathe it through

Stay in the blue silk hour

Gentle on the fault line

Sweet on the skin of the air

Stay in the blue silk hour

And let the weight go there

Stay in the blue silk hour

Stay in the blue silk hour

Every restless thread

Turns to something fair

When the crowd turns thin

And the day folds slow

We trace a silver curve