Twilight Samba

Moon on

the

table,

coffee gone

cold

You said the night would carry us home Now the chairs lean

in and listen alone Your name still turns in the glass by

my hand Like a slow tide pulling back from the sand Stay

a little longer in the blue

Let the room remember me and you

If the dawn is coming,

let it wait

Love was always soft and always late

Streetlight on the window bends and sways

I count the quiet underneath the days

Every small goodbye we never named

Still wears your color,

still burns the same

Maybe we were only passing through Maybe passing through became the truth

I hold the air where your laughter was

And hum to the dust between the cups Stay a little longer

in the blue

Let the room remember me and you

If the dawn is coming,

let it wait

Love was always soft and always late

Love was always soft and always late

Mm, always late