Milan Nalimov - Be Nearby

You found me where the morning bends.
With warm hands open, calling me in.
I carry your rhythm under my skin.
A quiet fire beginning again.
Stay near, let the old world turn.
Teach my careful heart how to burn.
Your name rests soft on every breath.
I choose this life.
I choose what's next.
Piano dust on a wooden floor.
Harmonica pours through the open door.
I bring my doubt, you bring your grace.
And brighter weather fills this place.
Stay,
stay near.
Let the old world turn.
Teach my careful heart how to burn.