Brass Reverie

Night leans soft against the window

I hold the room and let it turn

You came in slow like smoke through linen

A quiet ache in tailored blue

The table shook with old refrains And every glass reflected you

I traced the curve of what was leaving A low

brass sigh across the floor We spoke in half-remembered futures

Then let the silence ask for more

All the colors bend around us Still the night won't make it

clear

If I reach across the distance Will you stay or disappear

Stay in the gold of the afterglow Stay where the low horns

carry me home

I know the room keeps changing shape But I still turn when

you say my name Stay for the ache and the undertow

Stay while the bassline circles slow

Streetlight on the dashboard trembled

Dust and perfume in the seams

You wore your doubt just like a medal

I wore mine inside my sleeves

The drummer played around the silence The trumpets leaned into the blue

I heard the band pull wide behind us

Like every road still led to you

Round and round the old desire Spinning through a borrowed flame If

I lose the thread tonight Will the song still know my name

Stay in the gold of the afterglow Stay where the low horns

carry me home

I know the room keeps changing shape

But I still turn when you say my name Stay for the

ache and the undertow Stay while the bassline circles slow

Stay a little longer Stay a little low

(ooh) Let the last note go