The Slow Brass Hour
Style: Glockenspiel

[Verse 1]
Somewhere the brass weights are sinking low behind the glass
letting the whole tired house breathe out slow and last
the floorboard down the hall gives one more little creak
you're curled up warm where the quiet shadows pass

[Chorus]
Scott, the night has folded soft around your bed
every worry of the day has quietly fled
hold onto nothing, just the hush upon this spot
sleep now, Scott, with my hand upon your head

[Verse 2]
Somewhere a small brass weight is dropping through the dark
turning slow as the last light starts to blur
you are held here safer than a candle in a jar
nothing in this house will ever wake or stir

[Pre-chorus]
Listen how the clock has learned to whisper, not to chime
feel how the blankets pull you gently out of time
something in this stillness is reaching out for you

[Chorus]
Scott, the night has folded soft around your bed
every worry of the day has quietly fled
hold onto nothing, just the hush upon this spot
sleep now, Scott, with my hand upon your head

[Bridge]
Rest here where the dark is only kind
let your small breath slow to match the chime
nothing far away can find you now
you are the safest thing I've ever signed

[Chorus]
Scott, the night has folded soft around your bed
every worry of the day has quietly fled
hold onto nothing, just the hush upon this spot
sleep now, Scott, with my hand upon your head

[Outro]
Somewhere the brass weights have settled soft and still
the whole house sleeps now, exactly as it will

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