Shifty Brent - Hold My Hand A Little While

Rain beads silver on the floor.
You left your gloves beside my tea,
As if you might come back for me.
Stay till the kettle loses steam,
Stay till the room forgets to dream.
No need to promise what you can't, just hold my hand,
A little while.
The clock keeps turning, slow and kind,
Your quiet laugh comes back to mind.