[Intro, warm tape hiss settling in, a slightly detuned piano note, the sound of an old recording] I found you in a drawer the corner soft from being held [Verse 1, hushed and close, the voice veiled like an old recording] the light has gone a little yellow the way old afternoons do someone is laughing just outside the frame I do not remember the day only that it was warm and that the kitchen was full of small voices [Verse 2, same warmth, a touch more tender] you are so young here younger than I ever knew you holding the camera steady against a summer that has gone I used to want it back the whole of it, exactly now I only want to hold the light it kept for me [Bridge, instruments thin out, tape warble, piano and room tone] you are not here the way you were but the warmth did not leave when the day did it stayed in the paper it stayed in my hands [Outro, gentle resolution, the recording fading softly, full stop ending] so I set you back where the dark can keep you safe not to forget but because I am alright the light is still here and so am I
