Warm · Original lyrics · Fictional voice · Lyrics only
There is a hook beside the doorway,
There is a chair that does not match.
You do not need a clever story,
You do not need a polished patch.
Leave your coat and keep your weather,
Bring the day you really knew.
We can sit awhile together;
There is nothing here to prove.
The soup is warm, the window open,
The table has an extra spoon.
Let the words arrive unspoken,
Or let them find us after noon.
Original lyrics, with no audio recording for this piece yet.
Take a moment
Which line carries the invitation?