Verse 1

You leave your blue coat by the chair

Rain beads on the window there

The kettle clicks, the room turns still

I hear the old clock on the sill

Chorus

Stay until the cups run cold

Tell me what you never told

We can let the evening pass

Slow as rain across the glass

Verse 2

Your folded letter, cream and thin

Keeps the shape of where we’ve been

I trace the crease, then let it lie

No need to make the words reply

Chorus

Stay until the cups run cold