Текст песни
[Verse 1] Old photographs on the wooden floor Dust motes dancing by the open door The coffee's cold, the morning's gray Just another quiet, slow-drifting day I find the letters that we didn't send Wondering where the straight lines start to bend [Chorus] And it's a bittersweet light in the afternoon A soft guitar humming an ancient tune No rush to go, no place to run Just watching the shadows chase the sun It's a quiet grace, a tender sigh As the seasons gently wander by [Verse 2] The clock on the wall has a lazy chime Like it's trying to stretch out the remaining time A touch of jazz in the way the wind blows Ruffling the curtains where the garden grows Tender strings swelling in a silent room Chasing away the last of the winter's gloom [Chorus] And it's a bittersweet light in the afternoon A soft guitar humming an ancient tune No rush to go, no place to run Just watching the shadows chase the sun It's a quiet grace, a tender sigh As the seasons gently wander by [Outro] Fingerstyle drifting into the air A memory lingering, soft and bare Just the guitar, and the quiet space Time fading out without a trace [End]
