Verse 1

Your shoes are by the doorway,

My veil is folded on a chair,

The morning finds us laughing

At the pins still in your hair.

The flowers lean across the table,

Your jacket hangs beside my own,

And every little thing feels different

Now that we are home.

Pre-Chorus

Yesterday, a room full of voices,

Today, just your hand in mine.

I could stay inside this quiet

For the rest of our lives.

Chorus

Stay here with me when the music is over,

When the last guests have gone and the glasses are dry.

Let the whole world get small as we lean a little closer,