Verse 1

Your cup is waiting by the sink,

A pale line of morning on the floor.

I keep rehearsing what to say,

Then let the words fall quiet once more.

Pre-Chorus

The room is still, the day begins,

I loosen my hold on where we’ve been.

Chorus

Let this little moment stay,

Soft light resting on the curtain.

Even as we drift away,

I can hear your voice beneath it.

Verse 2

At the station, rain ran down the glass,

The last train slipped beyond the trees.

I won’t ask you to turn around,