[Verse 1] You count the coins before the kettle sings Keep every window latched against the spring A coat pulled tight though the room is warm Both hands around what the hands have worn [Pre-Chorus] You say, “This much is mine, this much must stay” But every closed fist gives something away [Chorus] Hold it close, hold it tight Keep the little kingdom locked up right But the more you guard, the less you can feel A heart needs room to open and heal [Verse 2] A chair stays empty at the table’s end You save your good news, you save your friends The old brass key rests under your thumb While all the roads outside keep calling you on [Pre-Chorus] You say, “I’m safe if nothing can be lost” But safety has a quiet, hidden cost [Chorus] Hold it close, hold it tight Keep the little kingdom locked up right But the more you guard, the less you can feel A heart needs room to open and heal [Instrumental Break: expressive blues guitar solo trading with dubby psychedelic keyboard phrases] [Bridge] Set one coin down, let the table breathe There’s more than enough in what you can leave Your hands were made for more than a wall Open them slowly; you might not fall [Final Chorus] Hold it close, then loosen your hands Let the good flow out, let it find new lands What you keep alive is more than a seal A heart needs room to open and heal [Outro] The kettle sings, the window sways You let the morning have its way
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