Verse 1

You leave your blue scarf on the kitchen chair

I find it every morning, still breathing your air

The kettle clicks twice, the old floorboards complain

You laugh from the doorway and I’m whole again

Pre-Chorus

No grand parade, no borrowed crown

Just your small hand pulling mine down

Chorus

You’re the truest thing I know

The steady fire beneath the snow

When every road turns hard and strange

Your eyes make room for me to change

Stay close, my love, through thick and thin

You are the place I’m safest in

Verse 2

We count our coins beside the market gate