Lyric

You leave your coffee by the window

Half a page beneath the cup

I read the shape of every sentence

And wonder why you gave it up

If you’re waiting for a reason

I can meet you where you are

No grand promise, no pretending

Just a door left ajar

Come a little closer, tell me what you need

We can make a language out of honesty

No more careful answers, no more counting time

Put your hand inside my hand and let the truth arrive

The old blue keys are softly ringing

Dust is warm beneath my sleeve

You say the world has made you careful

I say you still can choose to breathe

If you’re waiting for a reason

I can meet you where you are

No grand promise, no pretending

Just a door left ajar

Come a little closer, tell me what you need

We can make a language out of honesty

No more careful answers, no more counting time

Put your hand inside my hand and let the truth arrive

Let the morning find us changed

Not flawless, not afraid

Every bruise can lose its name

When we stop looking away

Come a little closer, tell me what you need

We can make a language out of honesty

No more careful answers, no more counting time

Put your hand inside my hand and let the truth arrive

Let the truth arrive

Let the truth arrive