Distant Cold Voices

(ooh) Stay

with the rain inside

I count the cracks in the ceiling One by one,

they lean toward me Your coat is still on the chair Like

it might stand up and breathe I keep my hands on the

table Trying not to float away

If I say your name too softly

It turns into

a mark

If you hold the room around me I can find the dark

Hold the room, hold the rain

Keep my eyes on one small flame

When the world bends out of shape

We come back to the same refrain Stay near,

stay near Till the morning has a name I

learned the shape of waiting From the dust along the sill

Every hour folds inward Every promise holds still

You hum the tune beside me

I follow where it goes

Hold the room, hold the rain

Keep my eyes on one small flame

When the world bends out of shape

We come back to the same refrain Stay near,

stay near Till the morning has a name

If the walls start moving

Sing the lowest note

I will meet you there

Where the quiet gathers close Hold the room,

hold the rain

Keep my eyes on one small flame

Stay near, stay near Till the morning has a name (ooh)