Soul #7. Still at This Table

Quiet-storm R&B, 82 BPM, electric piano, silky bass, soft drums, mature male-female duet, strings

[Intro]
You still leave the little lamp on when I reed,
Words cant describe how much I love we.

[Verse 1]
The chairs have tiny scratches from a thousand different years,
This table heard the laughter and the names of all our fears.
We missed a couple birthdays when the working days ran late,
Said things in tired voices that we wished we could unsay.
Sometimes I was stubborn, sometimes you were far away,
Sometimes being honest took us three or four whole days.
But we'd come back to this kitchen, put our busy lives aside,
And practice saying sorry without guarding all our pride.

[Pre-Chorus]
We didn't beat the world or keep the clocks from moving,
We just learned to keep the conversation going.
Some love burns like fireworks and disappears from view,
Ours became a porch light shining through.

[Chorus]
Still at this table, still passing the bread,
Still making space for the things unsaid.
Not the same people as the ones who first came through,
But somehow every season brought me closer back to you.
Still at this table, still learning to start,
Still putting all the smallest things beside the biggest heart.
If someone asks what forever looks like, this is how:
Two cups on the table and a promise we keep now.

[Instrumental — 8 bars]

[Verse 2]
You lost your father in the fall, I held you while you cried,
We made a little garden where he used to sit outside.
The job moved us across the state, we thought we'd never fit,
We found new friends and a bakery and slowly settled in.
The children have their own lives and call when they remember,
We still hang lights across the door for every late December.
I wouldn't take the hard years back, though some were truly hard,
They taught me that devotion is a verb and not a card.

[Bridge]
If one of us grows tired, the other slows the pace,
The beauty isn't keeping time but making room for grace.
We don't know all the chapters that the years have left to write,
But we'll be here to read them by the little kitchen light.

[Final Chorus]
Still at this table, still passing the bread,
Still making space for the things unsaid.
Not the same people as the ones who first came through,
But somehow every season brought me closer back to you.
Still at this table, still learning to start,
Still putting all the smallest things beside the biggest heart.
If someone asks what forever looks like, this is how:
Two cups on the table and a promise we keep now.

[Outro]
You still leave the little lamp on when I reed,
Words cant describe how much I love we.

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[Intro] You still leave the little lamp on when I reed, Words cant describe how much I love we. [Verse 1] The chairs have tiny scratches from a thousand different years, This table heard the laughter and the names of all our fears. We missed a couple birthdays when the working days ran late, Said things in tired voices that we wished we could unsay. Sometimes I was stubborn, sometimes you were far away, Sometimes being honest took us three or four whole days. But we'd come back to this kitchen, put our busy lives aside, And practice saying sorry without guarding all our pride. [Pre-Chorus] We didn't beat the world or keep the clocks from moving, We just learned to keep the conversation going. Some love burns like fireworks and disappears from view, Ours became a porch light shining through. [Chorus] Still at this table, still passing the bread, Still making space for the things unsaid. Not the same people as the ones who first came through, But somehow every season brought me closer back to you. Still at this table, still learning to start, Still putting all the smallest things beside the biggest heart. If someone asks what forever looks like, this is how: Two cups on the table and a promise we keep now. [Instrumental — 8 bars] [Verse 2] You lost your father in the fall, I held you while you cried, We made a little garden where he used to sit outside. The job moved us across the state, we thought we'd never fit, We found new friends and a bakery and slowly settled in. The children have their own lives and call when they remember, We still hang lights across the door for every late December. I wouldn't take the hard years back, though some were truly hard, They taught me that devotion is a verb and not a card. [Bridge] If one of us grows tired, the other slows the pace, The beauty isn't keeping time but making room for grace. We don't know all the chapters that the years have left to write, But we'll be here to read them by the little kitchen light. [Final Chorus] Still at this table, still passing the bread, Still making space for the things unsaid. Not the same people as the ones who first came through, But somehow every season brought me closer back to you. Still at this table, still learning to start, Still putting all the smallest things beside the biggest heart. If someone asks what forever looks like, this is how: Two cups on the table and a promise we keep now. [Outro] You still leave the little lamp on when I reed, Words cant describe how much I love we.

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