I steal the hours from the morning, just to walk beside your calm Where every footstep stirs a world, and turns my doubt to balm Your quiet moves like open fields, where every hesitation thaws I chase the seconds you allow, and never mind the cost (“ahhh…”) I fold my reasons into corners, hide them neatly from the day Let the meaning drift between us, whenever you look my way Tonight the road rewrites its turn, but I am still the one who stays (“stay”) (“stay with me”) I keep the stolen moments breathing, they carry warmth and sway I gather every borrowed chance, and guard it through the day You turn the hours into miles, you soften where I tread I learn the way the heart moves slow, and follows where it's led (“oooh—”) (“hold on”) (“hold on”) I carve the spare minutes from work, just to see your colors rise That moment when you look my way, and something steadies inside Your laughter settles in my coat, a warmth that never fades too soon I spend the day rehearsing chances, hoping one will bring me to you The winding street composes longing, in measures quiet and small And every moment that I steal, feels like it holds it all Tonight I feel a borrowed light, and wonder what it means (“mine…”) I keep the stolen moments breathing, they settle warm and wide I hold the minutes tight with care, whenever you’re beside You shape the hours into calm, you bend the noise away I practice how to move with grace, and learn the heart’s own sway [Solo] (“ooh”) I keep a ledger in my pocket, small tallies of the time I chase The little chances that we borrow, and everything they trace If longing is a measured craft, then I have learned its bend (“we will”) I keep the stolen moments breathing, they bloom with every hour I stitch the seams of days we share, and feel them gather power You hold the quiet I pursue, you lean where comfort grows I learn to carry what is true, and walk the way it shows (“ahhh”)
