Verse 1

You leave your blue coat by my door

Rain threads silver across the floor

I pour the tea you like too sweet

And save the quiet seat beside me

Pre-Chorus

No grand promise, no perfect plan

Just your warm fingers finding my hand

Chorus

Stay where the slow hours turn

Where every small thing feels like home

I know the shape of your returning

And love the way you make it known

Stay, let the morning wait

Your name is tender on my tongue

In this wide world, in this soft moment

I choose you, still, and keep choosing