Verse
Amber light on the kitchen tile
Kettle steam holds still a while
Your old sweater on the door
I don't need much more than this
Porch boards creak in three-four time
Streetlamp hums a lazy rhyme
Paper cup gone cold at nine
Fingers wrapped around the warmth
Pre-Chorus
Can we stay in this slow hour
Let the minutes lose their power
Nowhere left that we should be
Chorus
Let the evening hold you
Like a hand you know by heart
Let the evening hold you
Soft as static, warm as dark
The day can slip its edges
We don't have to fall apart
Just let the evening hold you
Right here where we start
Verse
Vinyl crackles, low and slow
Dust motes drifting where the lamp light glows
Photograph tucked in a book
Same old look, same golden hue
Traffic hushes down the street
Two mugs cooling, matching heat
Nothing here we need to say
The quiet does the work today
Pre-Chorus
Can we stay in this slow hour
Let the minutes lose their power
Nowhere left that we should be
Chorus
Let the evening hold you
Like a hand you know by heart
Let the evening hold you
Soft as static, warm as dark
The day can slip its edges
We don't have to fall apart
Just let the evening hold you
Right here where we start
Bridge
Someday this will be the memory
The one we reach for in the dark
A porch, a cup, a melody
Small enough to hold, big enough to last
Chorus
Let the evening hold you
Like a hand you know by heart
Let the evening hold you
Soft as static, warm as dark
The day can slip its edges
We don't have to fall apart
Just let the evening hold you
Right here where we start
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