Come Back

You pull me under. A distant thunder. You leave the kettle by the sink. A yellow cup, a missing link. I trace the water on the tile and hear Your footsteps fade a mile. Turn the handle, count to four. Something waits behind the door. I say your name, the room replies with borrowed Breath and paper skies. Come back, come back, slowly now. Round and round, I'll show you how. Hold me, fold me, let me sway. Call me through the break of day. Don't let me go. Move soft and slow. The hallway clock forgets its hands. Dust gathers where the picture stands. Your coat still keeps the shape of rain. I touch the sleeve and start again. Turn the handle, count to four. Something waits behind the door. I say your name, the room replies with borrowed Breath and paper skies. Come back, come back, slowly now. Round and round, I'll show you how. Hold me, fold me, let me sway. Call me through the break of day. Don't let me go. Move soft and slow. I Am the room between two sounds. I am the thread that circles round. If you are gone then haunt me near. Make your silence disappear. Come back, come back, slowly now. Round and round, I'll show you how. Hold me, fold me, let me sway. Call me through the break of day. Don't let me go. Move soft and slow. The room replies Behind my eyes.