Verse 2 (Gwen) I fold the corners of the day into a drawer, Listen for the language that we used before. Your voice is in the kettle and the crack across my floor, I touch the seam where endings bloom to something more.
Breakdown (soft) We trade the calendar for constellations, Name the ways we almost changed our constellations. If morning is a mercy, let it come with both our hands, If silence is a language, teach me how to understand. ben gwen sleepless nights full
Chorus (Both) Sleepless nights, full of what we couldn’t say, Empty cups, collecting light from yesterday. Sleepless nights, full of every quiet truth, Holding tight to pieces of a younger, braver you. Verse 2 (Gwen) I fold the corners of
Final Chorus (Both, full) Sleepless nights, full of what we couldn’t say, Empty cups, collecting light from yesterday. Sleepless nights, full of every quiet truth, We keep the fragments of a wiser, kinder youth. If morning is a mercy, let it come
Bridge (Ben spoken / Gwen humming) Ben: "I keep the light on for the shape of you." Gwen (humming, then): "And I keep the doorway open, just in case."