Heavy Records
Style: Jazz standard

[Verse 1]
I reach for the sleeve at the same time as you
our fingers land there together
that battered old cardboard between us now
light as a feather

[Pre-chorus]
It's nothing, just vinyl and dust
but something in me starts to stir
I feel it building slow and sure

[Chorus]
Gracie, you turn small things to gold
a record sleeve, a Tuesday night
Gracie, I hold onto what I hold
you make the ordinary feel right

[Verse 2]
You laugh at the band on the cover
some scowling old face from the past
I'm watching you more than the music
hoping this keeps, hoping it lasts

[Pre-chorus]
It's nothing, just noise and a name
but something in me starts to stir
I feel it building slow and sure

[Chorus]
Gracie, you turn small things to gold
a record sleeve, a Tuesday night
Gracie, I hold onto what I hold
you make the ordinary feel right

[Bridge]
Maybe it's nothing, this moment we're in
maybe it's everything I've got
you're steady where the rest of me spins

[Chorus]
Gracie, you turn small things to gold
a record sleeve, a Tuesday night
Gracie, I hold onto what I hold
you make the ordinary feel right

[Outro]
Somewhere there's a sleeve on a shelf
holding the shape of two hands

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