Soft as the Old Chair
Style: Rain and piano

[Verse 1]
The old chair holds its cushions like arms that never tire
Faded threads still stitched with someone's patient, careful hand
Every evening it waits here beside the fire
Watching over you the way that quiet things understand

[Chorus]
Marco, close your eyes now, let the hours grow slow
There is nothing in this room that wishes you to go
Marco, all is gentle here, the lamp is burning low
Rest inside the calm that only nighttime seems to know

[Verse 2]
The needlepoint has faded but the warmth has stayed the same
Stitched by hands that loved before you ever came to be
You are held by something softer than a name
Something old and gentle, passed from that chair to you and me

[Pre-chorus]
Hear the rain against the window, soft as any lullaby
Feel the oak arms of the chair still holding on so near
Let the piano and the rain sing you to

[Chorus]
Marco, close your eyes now, let the hours grow slow
There is nothing in this room that wishes you to go
Marco, all is gentle here, the lamp is burning low
Rest inside the calm that only nighttime seems to know

[Bridge]
Every thread was placed there slowly, gently, so it would remain
You are woven just as surely into all this quiet love
Sleep and let the house breathe soft around you like the rain

[Chorus]
Marco, close your eyes now, let the hours grow slow
There is nothing in this room that wishes you to go
Marco, all is gentle here, the lamp is burning low
Rest inside the calm that only nighttime seems to know

[Outro]
The old chair will be waiting when the morning comes up slow
Sleep now, Marco, safe among the things that love you so

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