[Verse 1] Porcelain clamp on the counter, Red fruit steaming in the cold, Seeds caught bright along the spoon, Small heat worth more than gold. [Pre-Chorus] Your hands were red from stirring, Mine were numb against the glass, We saved the last warm color From a season built to pass. [Chorus] Leave a little on the rim for me, Let it stain the white and stay, We can carry summer carefully Through the longest part of gray. If the room turns steel around us, If the windows lose their view, There is one bright jar between us, And it still tastes like you. [Verse 2] Metal shelves and quiet plumbing, Apron hanging by the door, You wrote Tuesday on the label, Though we knew what Tuesday was for. [Pre-Chorus] Every spoonful held a minute, Every minute learned to fade, But the dark fruit kept its promise In the little heat we made. [Chorus] Leave a little on the rim for me, Let it stain the white and stay, We can carry summer carefully Through the longest part of gray. If the room turns steel around us, If the windows lose their view, There is one bright jar between us, And it still tastes like you. [Bridge] When the cupboard empties out, When the label curls away, I will find that red reflection In the ordinary day. [Final Chorus] Leave a little on the rim for me, Let it stain the white and stay, We can carry summer carefully Through the longest part of gray. If the room turns steel around us, If the windows lose their view, There is one bright jar between us, And it still tastes like you. [Outro] Porcelain clamp on the counter, One bright jar against the gray.
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