Verse 1

I hang where morning finds the room,

A little hush of ivory and lace.

I wonder whose hands will smooth my seams,

Whose smile will come and fill this place.

Pre-Chorus

The days turn softly on the wall,

Each ribbon holds a hope in place.

I’m waiting for the one whose eyes

Will see her own reflected grace.

Chorus

I’ve been waiting just for you,

For the way the satin follows every move.

When you step into the light, the whole room knows,

This is where your story blooms.

Years from now, you’ll turn those pages,

See your joy in every frame.

I’ll be there in all your favorite photographs,