Boots by the Door
Style: Folk duet

[Verse 1]
Two boots left beside the bench
dripping slow onto the stone
you shake the wet from your sleeve
nothing here could feel like a wrench

[Pre-chorus]
I watch you laugh at the weather
and something in me settles down
this is the part I was made for

[Chorus]
Gemma, you make the grey worth having
the storm outside stops mattering
you're the warm I keep returning to
Gemma, this is no dilemma

[Verse 2]
You peel your socks off, laughing hard
water pooling round your feet
I hand you the towel I brought
this is the whole of my regard

[Bridge]
No thunder ever scared me half
as much as losing this small joy
just you, dripping, out of breath
under a roof that barely holds

[Chorus]
Gemma, you make the grey worth having
the storm outside stops mattering
you're the warm I keep returning to
Gemma, this is no dilemma

[Outro]
Two boots still drying by the door
and I would wait through any storm

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