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.
Your name rests soft on every breath.
I choose this life.
I choose what's next.
When the last blue hour disappears,
I'll meet you there
without my fear.