The Workbench
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[Intro] [Verse] Dust motes dance in the light Golden hour, nearly night Tin box on the counter top Time feels like it's gonna stop Old hinges give a rusty creak Finding what I’ve come to seek [Pre-Chorus] Cardboard yellowed at the edge Resting on the window ledge I can see your cursive hand Letters I now understand [Chorus] A tablespoon of salt and grace I can almost see your face In the flour and the ink More than I dared to think Just a pinch of who you were Making all the shadows blur [Post-Chorus] In the flour and the ink More than I dared to think [Verse] “Oven runs a little hot” Notes on things that I forgot Blueberry stains from eighty-four Footprints on the kitchen floor “Double this for Christmas Eve” Things you didn't want to leave [Pre-Chorus] Smudged thumbprints on the side Nowhere for the love to hide I can smell the cooling bread And the words you never said [Chorus] A tablespoon of salt and grace I can almost see your face In the flour and the ink More than I dared to think Just a pinch of who you were Making all the shadows blur [Bridge] Cinnamon and nutmeg air I can feel you standing there Viola strings begin to sigh Underneath a honey sky It's a quiet kind of ache In every single thing we bake [Verse] I thought I’d find a heavy grief Instead I find a sweet relief Gratitude in every line Knowing that your heart was mine Folding sugar into dough Letting all the sorrow go [Chorus] A tablespoon of salt and grace I can almost see your face In the flour and the ink More than I dared to think Just a pinch of who you were Making all the shadows blur [Post-Chorus] Just a pinch of who you were Making all the shadows blur [Outro]
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