Verse 1

The silver cup is turned away,

The portrait wears a stranger’s face.

A measured clock forgets the day,

And leaves its hands in empty space.

Verse 2

You hold the key against your palm,

I hear the stairboards count below.

We speak as if the house were calm,

While every locked room learns to know.

Chorus

Stay beside me, count to three,

Keep your hand where I can see.

If the door gives way tonight,

We will meet it side by side.

Stay beside me, breathe in time,

Your voice folded into mine.

Though the halls forget our names,