Verse 1

You leave your blue cup by the window

Your coat hangs crooked by the door

I know the sound of your returning

Before your footsteps touch the floor

You tell me stories from the market

Of apricots and summer rain

I pour the tea, you steal the honey

And somehow morning starts again

Chorus

Stay close, my love, stay close tonight

No grand parade, no borrowed light

Just your warm hand inside my own

And one small room that feels like home

Verse 2

The old guitar has lost a string now

The kitchen chair still leans to one side