Tides of Quiet

I set the cup down softly

Like it might wake the

room (ahhhh)

You ask if I am sleeping

I say I almost did

The ceiling holds its weather

Above our quiet bed

I keep my hands from shaking

By folding them in two

And every small admission

Leans closer into truth The words arrive uneven

But I let them land

A little less defended

Than I had planned (ooh)

If I break, let it be open If I fall,

let it be toward you

I have carried all this silence

Like a door I never walked through

Hold me where the light gets wider

Hold me while the rafters move

(ooh, ahhhh) Morning finds the hallway

Still colder than my name

I trace the cracked-up plaster

And call it something brave

You do not rush the answer

You leave the space intact

So I can step inside it And not keep turning back

No grand repair

No perfect line

Just your hand

Beside mine

I breathe in once

I let it show (ahhhh)

If I break, let it be open If I fall,

let it be toward you

I have carried all this silence Like a door I never walked

through Hold me where the light gets wider Hold me while the

rafters move

If I break, I will be open

I will be open with you

(ooh, ahhhh) I

set the cup down softly And let the

morning stay (hummmm)