Verse 1

You leave your blue cup by the window

Keys on the table, coat on the chair

I know the little ways you move slow

Like you have nowhere else to be but here

You say the week has taken too much

I pull you closer, let the room go still

No grand promise, just my steady touch

And the quiet proof of what I feel

Pre-Chorus

If the world gets heavy on your shoulders

Let it fall right here with me

I don't need a perfect kind of forever

Just your hand reaching for me

Chorus

Stay a little longer, love

Let the morning wait outside