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The cedar drawer stays shut below
The brass knob sits in a coat of snow
The drawer can hold what the heart can't say
We let the silence become our way
We have a drawer made of cedar wood
Where the words we didn't say are good
We keep them there through the spring and fall
We don't need to answer them at all
The paint is chipped at the corner seam
The brass knob waits like a tiny dream
The seasons press on the wooden frame
But the drawer will never speak our name
The cedar drawer stays shut below
The brass knob sits in a coat of snow
Some feelings need the patience of the ground
We keep them where the quiet can be found
The cedar drawer stays shut below
The brass knob sits in a coat of snow
The drawer can hold what the heart can't say
We let the silence become our way
The paint is chipped at the corner seam
The brass knob waits like a tiny dream
The seasons press on the wooden frame
But the drawer will never speak our name
The cedar drawer stays shut below
The brass knob sits in a coat of snow
Some feelings need the patience of the ground
We keep them where the quiet can be found
The cedar drawer stays shut below
The brass knob sits in a coat of snow
The drawer can hold what the heart can't say
We let the silence become our way
