

I speak to the morning through half-open curtains
The room
keeps its warmth in the wood
A cup on the table,
a hand on the window
Nothing is asking me to run (ooh)
The air turns golden at the edge of the bed I count
one breath, then another
If time opens slowly,
I will not hurry
I will let the small light stay (ahhhh)
Stay with me in the quiet
Stay where the warm rain falls
Speak low, let the world grow softer
We are held by it all
(ooh, ahhhh)
The garden is silver after the rainfall
Leaves shine like they know my name
I speak every worry into the linen
And fold it away for the day (ooh)
I do not need an answer tonight
Only the blanket of sound
Only the window breathing with rain
Only my feet on the ground (hummmm)
Stay with me in the quiet
Stay where the warm rain falls
Speak low, let the world grow softer
We are held by it all
(ooh, ahhhh)
I leave the lamp on for the evening
I leave my hands open and still
The rain keeps writing on the roofline
And I let the quiet fill (ooh)