FieldSongs — EVERYTHING EXCEPT YOU

This song is part of /   • FieldSongs — RED BALL IN A MIRROR HALL (Fu...   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Verse 1] Outside the restless branches sway, The wind has chased the night away. The ancient door stands open wide, As if inviting you inside. The candles dance with patient light, The table waits in perfect white. Each plate is laid with careful grace, And still there's one unfinished place. [Pre-Chorus] The fire whispers soft and low, The waiting pot begins to glow. Everything has found its part... Everything except one heart. [Chorus] One place still empty, One chair remains. The feast grows colder, Yet hope sustains. Come warm the silence, Come cross the night. The table's waiting By candlelight. [Verse 2] The crystal cups reflect the flame, Their hollow smiles all look the same. Like silent skulls they seem to stare— I hope they do not make you scared. The knives lie quiet, polished bright, The folded linen gleams in white. No guest has ever been so late; The house is far too still to wait. [Pre-Chorus] The fire whispers soft and low, The waiting pot begins to glow. Everything has found its part... Everything except one heart. [Chorus] One place still empty, One chair remains. The feast grows colder, Yet hope sustains. Come warm the silence, Come cross the night. The table's waiting By candlelight. [Verse 3] The herbs have shared their secret scent, The roots and wine are fully spent. The oldest spices slowly blend Toward a recipe's last end. No grain forgotten, No leaf misplaced, No drop withheld, No scent erased. One final measure must arrive Before the feast can come alive. [Bridge] Perhaps the storm has slowed your feet. Perhaps you've lost the hidden street. Still leave your fear outside the door— We've saved enough for one guest more. No need for haste, The fire won't die. We've kept it warm For your reply. [Pre-Chorus] The fire whispers soft and low, The waiting pot begins to glow. Everything has found its part... Everything except one heart. [Chorus] One place still empty, One chair remains. The feast grows colder, Yet hope sustains. Come warm the silence, Come cross the night. The table's waiting By candlelight. [Final Chorus] One place still empty, One chair remains. The cauldron calls Your hidden name. All has been gathered, Every spice... All the ingredients Except... ...you.