Quiet Threads
(ahhhh) A teacup cooling on the sill
The world outside is perfectly still
Counting every grain of dust
Things we hold and things we trust
It is everything and nothing all at once
Watching sunlight slant across the floor
We don't need a question or a name
Just the quiet breathing at the door (hummmm)
Leaves are turning in the yard
Letting go was never hard
Empty pockets, open hand
Leaving marks upon the sand
It is everything and nothing all at once
Watching sunlight slant across the floor
We don't need a question or a name
Just the quiet breathing at the door
All and nothing...
Just this room... (hummmm)