Track 3 of the EP Lanyard Weather · 2022
Hold the Hand That Holds the Door
by Wren Hallett
“The sliding doors open and close on another family, and I wanted to hold every hand that held the door. It's the nearest I get to an anthem.”
folk-pop · folk-pop · warm acoustic · 3:15
Lyrics
The sliding doors go open, close Another family, another pose We wait for names to come out clear My sister's hand is right here She hums a tune from long ago The one our mother used to know And I join in, a little flat We don't much care about that Hold the hand that holds the door We've been here once, we've been here before It's not the news, it's who's beside It's not the fear, it's the open stride We'll walk on out into the day Whatever comes, we'll find a way A porter brings a cart of tea He gives a wink to you and me And all the grey just softens up The kindness fills a paper cup Hold the hand that holds the door We've been here once, we've been here before It's not the news, it's who's beside It's not the fear, it's the open stride We'll walk on out into the day Whatever comes, we'll find a way Four o'clock and the light slants in Across the floor, across the skin I'm brave because you're here with me That's how it's always going to be Hold the hand that holds the door We've been here once, we've been here before It's not the news, it's who's beside It's not the fear, it's the open stride We'll walk on out into the day Whatever comes, we'll find a way Whatever comes We'll find a way