Fading Light Bloom

You fold the evening like a letter

Put it where the rain can't read

I feel the floor move under silence

Like a boat beneath the leaves (ooh)

Glass on the table,

moon in the stairwell Both of them almost gone

I keep my hands warm under the weather Holding a borrowed song (ahhhh)

If this is the last blue hour

Let it bend like silver rain

You are the sea

leaving the harbor I am the rope that keeps the strain (ooh)

Your coat still hangs like winter waiting Heavy with a softer name

I count the trains beneath the windows Each one leaving just the

same (yeah)

If this is the last blue hour

Let it bend like silver rain

You are the sea

leaving the harbor I am the rope that keeps the strain (ooh)

All the candles lean toward morning

None of them know why I wear your name under my collar

Like a storm kept dry (ahhhh) If this is the last blue

hour

Let it bend like silver rain

You are the sea

leaving the harbor I am the rope that keeps the strain

(ooh, ooh)