Steam and the Ticking Clock
Style: Fingerpicked night

[Verse 1]
A white mug breathes its slow steam onto the sill tonight
Time hums along the wall in a soft and steady light
Nothing here needs to hurry, nothing needs to rush
You settle deeper into the quiet, out of sight

[Pre-chorus]
Hush now, the kettle's gone quiet, the window's turned to grey
Every small sound in the house is drifting far away
Close your eyes, my love, and let the evening have its say

[Chorus]
Jac, the whole wide dark is holding you so gently now
Warm cups and soft light are keeping every worry down
Sleep is a road that only you can find and track
Nothing in this house will ever let you down, Jac

[Verse 2]
Somewhere past the curtain, the porcelain begins to cool
A minute folds itself away, unhurried and full
You breathe like the house breathes, slow and easy on the beat
Even shadows here are gentle, soft as wool

[Pre-chorus]
Hush now, the kettle's gone quiet, the window's turned to grey
Every small sound in the house is drifting far away
Close your eyes, my love, and let the evening have its say

[Chorus]
Jac, the whole wide dark is holding you so gently now
Warm cups and soft light are keeping every worry down
Sleep is a road that only you can find and track
Nothing in this house will ever let you down, Jac

[Bridge]
Let the tick of the clock become the sound of home
Let the steam rise slow and carry you where dreams have grown

[Chorus]
Jac, the whole wide dark is holding you so gently now
Warm cups and soft light are keeping every worry down
Sleep is a road that only you can find and track
Nothing in this house will ever let you down, Jac

[Outro]
The mug sits cooling quiet now, its steam gone soft and thin
Sleep well, my Jac, the whole warm house is tucked you in

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