Runway Turns Gold

Window seat, stay with me
Just tonight, stay with me

Your boarding pass was face-down on the table
Mine had a gate that changed twice on the screen
Airport carpet, blue and worn beneath us
You laughed, said, "Guess the world can wait fifteen"
You had one charger, I had twenty percent
We shared the little white cord by the bed
The hotel ice machine kept starting up
But I heard every word you said

Tell me your name like we've got time
I'll tell you mine, don't make it formal
No big speech, no borrowed line
Just one more hour before the morning call

Window seat, stay with me
One more night, no guarantee
If the runway turns gold at dawn
Take my hand, then carry on

Rebooking put you on a western flight
Your new gate flashed three floors away
Mine left first, yours left after sunrise
We kept pretending that was okay
You drew your number on the receipt
I saved it under your first name
We walked past duty-free and coffee steam
Like missing sleep could stop the planes

Tell me the truth without dressing it up
I like you more than this room can hold
No promise waiting inside this cup
Just don't let a good thing turn cold

Window seat, stay with me
One more night, no guarantee
If the runway turns gold at dawn
Take my hand, then carry on

The charger's warm, the battery's full
The boarding passes still disagree
We're not saying "always" in this room
We're saying, "Call me when you land," honestly

Window seat, stay with me
One more night, then let me leave
When the runway turns gold at dawn
Take my hand — we'll choose the next one
Choose the next one
From wherever we are
Window seat, stay with me
Not forever — just where we start

Your flight is called
I know
Don't make it harder
I won't
Window seat… stay with me