Leave the Couch

Leave the couch, the floor is calling
Put your tired hands where my heart can see
Leave the couch, the floor is calling
Tonight our little room is luxury

Your work boots by the doorway
My tea going cold by the sink
TV talking to an empty room
Your good shoes sleeping in the bedroom gloom
We don't have much money
But we have more love than we think

Pull the curtain, make the moon our light
Let the neighbors hear us heal tonight

Leave the couch, the floor is calling
Put your tired hands where my heart can see
Leave the couch, the floor is calling
Tonight our little room is luxury

Come move — with me
Come close — to me

No hotel view, no diamond floor
Just you and me wanting one dance more

We had bills on the table
We had silence in the hall
But one song in the kitchen
Can make a palace out of walls
Remember when we danced till the neighbours knocked
Then danced even softer with the front door locked?

You've been quiet since Tuesday, I know
I saw the letter in your jacket by the door
So leave the couch
Leave the couch
Not because it's nothing
But because I'm still here
And the floor is still the floor

Leave the couch, the floor is calling
Put your tired hands where my heart can see
Leave the couch, the floor is calling
We still own this room, you and me

Come home, dance with me
Come home, dance with me
Come home, dance with me