[Intro, warm and close, a room already full of quiet voices, guitar gently waking] the kettle, someone laughing a chair pulled closer to the table [Verse 1, conversational and near, the voice among friends] no one is trying to be anywhere else the evening has folded its arms around us your story again, the one we know and still we lean in the light is doing nothing special just falling on the people I love [Verse 2, a little warmer, the realization arriving] and somewhere in the middle of nothing it catches me how this will not last forever and how that makes it ours I used to wait for the big days but the big day was this a small kitchen, an ordinary night all of you here [Chorus, the warmth opens and widens, fuller but never lifting into volume] so let me stay right in the middle of it not saving it for later not watching from the door let me be here while we are here [Bridge, instruments soften, just guitar, bass and the room] I will forget the words we said tonight but not the warmth of the table not the shape of us around it [Outro, a faint second voice joins, gentle resolution, full stop ending] so I hold it lightly the way you hold a hand here, now, with you and that is the whole of it
