[Intro | short | minimal acoustic guitar fingerpicking | soft double bass] [Verse 1 | conversational delivery | close to the mic | warm and smiling] We packed too many things and not enough of us, We counted all the days like coins inside a jar. You were a happy walrus stretched out in the sun, I dragged you up a hillside just to hear you sigh. But love, I think the answer is wherever you are. [Chorus | melodic folk hook | warm chest voice | open and tender] The joy slips through our fingers like the sand, Soft and golden, falling, but it's good to feel it land. It was never how far, never how long we'd stay, (ooh, ooh) Did we come home lighter? Did we let the world float away? [Verse 2 | conversational | dry acoustic mix | playful] The sweetest hour we stole was in a garden, small and green, Grandmother's roses nodding, and the kettle on to brew. No brochure ever sold it, it was quiet and unseen, And I'd trade a thousand journeys for an afternoon with you. [Chorus | shorter | fuller arrangement | soft double-tracked vocal] The joy slips through our fingers like the sand, Soft and golden, falling, but it's good to feel it land. Did we come home lighter? Did we let the world float away? [Bridge | instrument drop | bare guitar fingerpicking | near-whisper] No clever number knows the shape of you and me, We can't outrun our hearts across the deepest sea. The only place worth reaching is already in your heart. (just let it go) [Outro | guitar slowing | intimate finish | fade out] So count the freckles on my shoulder, not the days, And if you ask me what we found, I'll smile and say: I don't know, love, but you were always there. Are we lighter? Soft as sand. [End | single guitar chord ring out | silence]
