

Morning comes soft through linen and glass
The room learns how to breathe again (ooh)
I place my hands on the table
And feel the day arrive in pieces
A cup, a window,
a quiet street
Nothing asks me to hurry (ooh)
If the world is heavy
Let it rest beside the door
We can be gentle for a minute
Then gentle a little more (ahhhh)
Stay
with the soft light
Stay with the warm air
Nothing has to be perfect
Only present, only here (ooh)
The garden keeps its patient language
Leaves turn silver at the edge
I hear the kettle,
distant rain
And choose the slower road (ooh)
There is kindness in the pause
A small lamp in the rain I do not need to disappear
To become whole again (ahhhh)
Stay with the soft light
Stay with the warm air
Nothing has to be perfect
Only present,
only here
(ooh, ooh)
When evening folds across the ceiling
I will leave the window wide
For every careful breath
we saved
For every gentle tide (ooh)
The room is still here The light is still kind We are
allowed to be quiet (ooh)