Brass and Quiet
Style: Music box

[Verse 1]
Somewhere behind the oak door the brass weights turn so slow
Counting the minutes with a patience only night can hold
You are the reason the whole house softens as it goes
Settling into stillness the way that good things always told

[Pre-chorus]
Every tick is a small hand smoothing out the day
Pulling the noise from the corners till it drifts away
Leaning the dark toward the moment your name gets to stay

[Chorus]
Kevin, the house breathes slower now that you are near
Nothing tonight is sharper than the hush that you deserve
Rest in the quiet that gathers when you're finally here
Kevin, you're held by every steady thing that this house can serve

[Verse 2]
Somewhere the pendulum sways with a weight that never rushes
Marking the hours in a language made of hushes
You are the warmth that settles under all these blankets and brushes
Softening the edges of the day until it hushes

[Pre-chorus]
Every tick is a small hand smoothing out the day
Pulling the noise from the corners till it drifts away
Leaning the dark toward the moment your name gets to stay

[Chorus]
Kevin, the house breathes slower now that you are near
Nothing tonight is sharper than the hush that you deserve
Rest in the quiet that gathers when you're finally here
Kevin, you're held by every steady thing that this house can serve

[Bridge]
Close your eyes and let the ticking carry all you carried today
Nothing needs your worry now, it can all just drift away

[Chorus]
Kevin, the house breathes slower now that you are near
Nothing tonight is sharper than the hush that you deserve
Rest in the quiet that gathers when you're finally here
Kevin, you're held by every steady thing that this house can serve

[Outro]
Sleep now, while the brass keeps its slow and faithful pace
You are so loved behind this door, in this small and quiet place

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