A warm, unhurried song built around brushed drums and open-air harmony.
[Verse 1]
The kettle’s cold on the counter
Your shirt is on my chair
Rain on the balcony rail
And wet concrete in the air
I can hear the road by the bridge
A bus hiss far below
The ceiling fan keeps time with us
Slow as it goes
[Pre-Chorus]
So don’t close up the room
Let the dark still breathe
We can say the hard things
With the fan above our knees
Morning’s almost here
But I’m not in a rush
If we tell the truth right now
It might be enough
[Chorus]
Leave the windows open
Let the night walk in
Leave the windows open
Let the truth begin
Leave the windows open
I want all of it
The rain, the road, your voice
And this quiet we keep
[Verse 2]
Your glass on the table
My hand around mine
We’ve both learned how to stay
Without making it a sign
The room holds our laundry
The plate from last night
And I’d rather have this stillness
Than a pretty lie
[Pre-Chorus]
So don’t lock out the air
Don’t tidy up my words
If we let it come plain
We can still be heard
Morning’s almost here
But I’m not going anywhere
There’s room for what we are
When the window’s there
[Bridge]
Say it soft, say it straight
I can take the weight
We don’t need a door shut
To be safe
Let the far horns fade
Let the fan keep time
I’m here with you
And I’m not afraid
[Chorus]
Leave the windows open
Let the night walk in
Leave the windows open
Let the truth begin
Leave the windows open
I want all of it
The rain, the road, your voice
And this quiet we keep
Leave the windows open
Let the dawn come slow
Leave the windows open
We don’t have to go
Leave the windows open
Till the first light leans
On the sink, on the floor, on us
And all between means
The arrangement leaves so much room to breathe. Immediately replayed it.
Same here. The full credits make the arrangement even better.