Steam on Our Hands
Style: Indie folk

[Verse 1]
Fluorescent light, and the night gone cold
Grease on the paper, warm as gold
You tear it open, hand it half to me
That's how you love, plain to see

[Pre-chorus]
Nothing fancy, nothing framed
Just your name and mine, unashamed
Something's building, and it wants out

[Chorus]
Lorraine, you make the small things hold
You turn the cheap light into gold
Lorraine, I'd stand here in the rain
Just to feel this warm again

[Verse 2]
Your fingers red from holding on
Mine go quiet when yours are gone
We split the last bit down the seam
You always give me more than half, it seems

[Bridge]
No candles, no big speech
Just steam rising where our hands still meet
This is all the proof I need

[Chorus]
Lorraine, you make the small things hold
You turn the cheap light into gold
Lorraine, I'd stand here in the rain
Just to feel this warm again

[Outro]
The bag's gone cold, but I don't mind
Your hand in mine, that's the whole design

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