[Verse – male] Morning finds us where the candles burned, wax on the table, night overturned. Nobody's talking the way that we did. Some things grow quieter once they've been lived. The dog at my knee. The book between. I know what you're asking before you speak. [Verse] You came all this way to hold it awhile. Now you're standing there with that look in your eyes. Not letting go. Something else. Knowing the difference for yourself. [Chorus] Leave it here. I'll keep the door. You don't need to ask me more. Go where you must. Take what you've learned. I'll keep watch until you return. [Instrumental – fingerpicked guitar and cello] [Verse] Morning moves against the glass. The city wakes. The moment passes. Soon there'll be footsteps, traffic, rain, ordinary hours beginning again. But some things change without making a sound. Some things are safer for being found. [Chorus] Leave it here. I'll keep the door. You don't need to ask me more. Go where you must. Take what you've learned. I'll keep watch until you return. [Bridge – very quiet] You place it down. I place my hand. Nothing needs to be grand. No oath. No vow. No reason why. You ask me once. I say— Aye. [Instrumental – cello and fiddle gradually opening] [Final] Morning finds us. The candles are done. Somewhere beyond us the day's begun. The door stays closed. The road still turns. I'll be here until you return. [Outro – guitar and solitary cello]
