The Lamp On Low

Verse 1

Chris sits by the window frame

Counting hours like they're coins

The hallway hums a quiet hum

Where her gentle breathing joins

Pre-Chorus

They told me rest is just a pause

A page she turned and left unread

But I keep talking to the wall

Like she can hear me still instead

Chorus

I don't think she's gone

I think she's only sleeping

Somewhere past the morning

Where the days stop keeping score

I don't think she's gone

I think she's only sleeping

And I'll wait by the doorway

Till she wakes and calls me home

Verse 2

Her cardigan still smells like rain

And Sunday bread and old perfume

I fold my hands and fold my grief

Into the corners of her room

Pre-Chorus

The clock is wrong the light is wrong

The whole world tilted on its side

I'm too young to be this still

Too young to hold a goodbye

Chorus

I don't think she's gone

I think she's only sleeping

Somewhere past the morning

Where the days stop keeping score

I don't think she's gone

I think she's only sleeping

And I'll wait by the doorway

Till she wakes and calls me [Bridge]

Ma I learned to make the tea

Mom I kept your elephants that you left here for me,

I saved the last of everything

In case you're somewhere there

In case you're somewhere near I don't think she's gone

I think she's only sleeping

Somewhere past the morning

Where the days stop keeping score

I don't think she's gone

I think she's only sleeping

So I'll leave the lamp on low

And I'll keep the kettle warm

Outro

Mm

Sleep now

Mm

I'll be here