

(mmm-hmm) Coffee is getting cold on the sill
Sun is just touching the hill We have got nowhere to run
today So we will just stay
Oh,
let the world spin fast outside
We will find a place to hide
Underneath the heavy cotton thread
Where nothing needs to be said
Dust motes dancing in the light
Everything feels quiet and right
No clock ticking on the wall
No one we need to call
Just stay... Underneath the thread... (mmm-hmm)