Verse 1

You leave your gloves beside the glass,

A little rain still on your sleeve.

The waiter turns the brass clock back,

As if the night could learn to breathe.

You ask me what I came here for—

I say, “The room was warm and blue.”

But every answer finds the door

That leads me back to you.

Pre-Chorus

No grand promises, no borrowed lines,

Just your hand waiting close to mine.

Chorus

Stay for the turn, stay for the song,

Let the whole room drift along.

Your quiet smile, my rising heart—

We make a little world apart.

No need to name what we have found;