[Verse 1] The kettle clicks at half past four. A chair stays where it was. I keep my coat beside the door though I don't know because. The rooms are full of little proofs I used to call my case. I set them in a paper box and make a little space. [Chorus] Let the dust settle. Let the quiet stay. I don't have to carry every word I threw away. Let the dust settle. Let the daylight in. Some doors open softly when you stop leaning in. [Verse 2] A face I knew crossed through the store, we nodded, nothing more. I had a speech prepared for them and left it on the floor. The old reply came to my mouth, then lost its place somehow. I stood there with my hands unclenched. That was enough for now. [Chorus] Let the dust settle. Let the quiet stay. I don't have to carry every word I threw away. Let the dust settle. Let the daylight in. Some doors open softly when you stop leaning in. [Bridge] No clean slate. No grand design. Just one small choice that still is mine. [Final Chorus] Let the dust settle. Let the quiet stay. I don't have to carry every word I threw away. Let the dust settle. Let the daylight in. I can leave the room and let the morning begin. [Outro] The kettle clicks. I turn it off.
