Дмитрий - Still water

???? Dust motes in the kitchen, floating in the morning beam
You were sitting quiet, stirring up a waking dream
Your old leather jacket draped across the kitchen chair
Nothing left to argue, nothing left to bear
And I heard it in the room that hushed before the rain
You held me like a secret, then you called my name
Still water, still water, you pulled me under so low
Still water, still water, I never let you go
still water you don't make a sound but you shake this house
Sunday on the table cold peach in a bowl
you laughed at my stories like you already knew my soul
i kept my hands busy