Stay Till the Kettle Loses

Stay till the window turns to gray.
No need to find the perfect words.
Just let the quiet habits say,
"The clock keeps leaning into one." A taxi turns beyond the glass.
You trace a circle on the cup, and I forget the hour again.
Stay till the kettle loses steam.
Stay till the window turns to gray.
No need to find the perfect words.
Just let the quiet habits say,
"If dawn should find us still awake,
We'll watch the first bus cross the square and leave the dishes where they are,