Faded Wool
Style: Accordion cradle

[Verse 1]
The threads have gone soft where the light used to catch them
worn thin and warm from years of this chair
You settle right into the hush of the evening
folded in close where it's safe, where it's rare

[Chorus]
Elin, my Elin, the house has gone still
only your breathing and the wind on the sill
Elin, my Elin, the dark means no harm
just close your eyes now, you're held, you're warm

[Verse 2]
This armchair has kept every quiet we've needed
the same worn wool where the evenings unwind
You curl in the crook of the arm like it knows you
and sleep finds you gently, unhurried, unblind

[Pre-chorus]
Somewhere a clock is barely still ticking
softer than breath, slower than time
and the night leans in close like it's waiting to hold you

[Chorus]
Elin, my Elin, the house has gone still
only your breathing and the wind on the sill
Elin, my Elin, the dark means no harm
just close your eyes now, you're held, you're warm

[Bridge]
Nothing will wake you, nothing will stir
not while these threads keep on holding you near

[Chorus]
Elin, my Elin, the house has gone still
only your breathing and the wind on the sill
Elin, my Elin, the dark means no harm
just close your eyes now, you're held, you're warm

[Outro]
The wool has gone quiet, the chair has gone still
and you are the warmth that it's holding until

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