The Pressed Fern

[Intro]
[Verse]
Linen closet smells of pine
Stacking sheets in a line
Cotton white and old lace
Tracing lines of this space
Dusty light hits the floor
I don't rush anymore
[Verse]
Folded cloth, heavy thread
Softest quilt for a bed
Something falls to my feet
Bitter green, bittersweet
A pressed fern, dry and thin
Where the memories begin
[Pre-Chorus]
The air turns cold and deep
Secrets that the shadows keep
I feel the shift in tone
I am here, but not alone
[Chorus]
Blackberry dusk in the lane
Washing off the purple stain
She had a quiet way
Holding back the grey
Now I see her in my hands
Following her gentle plans
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, the quiet in the room
Like a flower left to bloom
It is all becoming clear
She is still living here
[Verse]
Buckets full, silver rim
Sunlight growing pale and dim
Thorns would tear at our skin
She would wear a steady grin
Pick the fruit, leave the rest
Put our patience to the test
[Pre-Chorus]
The wind begins to sigh
Underneath a violet sky
I feel the shift in tone
I am here, but not alone
[Chorus]
Blackberry dusk in the lane
Washing off the purple stain
She had a quiet way
Holding back the grey
Now I see her in my hands
Following her gentle plans
[Bridge]
It wasn't just the tea
Or the birds upon the tree
It was how she chose to stand
With a calm and steady hand
Every small and quiet choice
Echoes in my inner voice
[Hook]
Steady hand, quiet choice
In my heart, in my voice
Steady hand, quiet choice
In my heart, in my voice
[Chorus]
Blackberry dusk in the lane
Washing off the purple stain
She had a quiet way
Holding back the grey
Now I see her in my hands
Following her gentle plans
[Post-Chorus]
The fern is safe and sound
In the silence I have found
She is living in my soul
Making every broken piece whole
[Outro]