Fringe of Wool
Style: Music box

[Verse 1]
Soft wool hangs loose past the denim so dark and so still
Quiet has settled in gently across every windowsill
Nothing tonight needs to hurry, nothing at all
You are the warmth that is filling this room to the brim

[Chorus]
Sam, my heart folds soft and slow around you like a hand
Sleep is a small quiet country and you are its plan
Nothing can reach you in here, nothing at all
Close your eyes, Sam, and drift where the calm waters land

[Verse 2]
Fingers once traced every thread hanging down past your knee
Now they rest lightly on you, wherever you be
Shadows are gentle tonight, soft at the door
You are the reason this whole quiet room came to be

[Pre-chorus]
Hush now, the tassels are still and the lamp has gone low
Breathe with the hush of the house as it settles down slow
Something is waiting to carry you into

[Chorus]
Sam, my heart folds soft and slow around you like a hand
Sleep is a small quiet country and you are its plan
Nothing can reach you in here, nothing at all
Close your eyes, Sam, and drift where the calm waters land

[Bridge]
Every thread of this room was woven to keep you warm
Rest here, safe from the wind and safe from the storm

[Chorus]
Sam, my heart folds soft and slow around you like a hand
Sleep is a small quiet country and you are its plan
Nothing can reach you in here, nothing at all
Close your eyes, Sam, and drift where the calm waters land

[Outro]
Wool still hangs quiet past denim gone dark in this room
You are held safe here, wrapped soft in the hush and the gloom

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