Holding the Rail
Flour on my sleeve,
we're standing on the dock
Wind is picking up,
staring at the clock You're holding to the rail,
pretending it's alright But we're both still online in the middle of
the night
Left the bakery at ten with the aprons in the bin
Now we're standing by the lake and the cold is creeping in (brrr)
You're holding onto the rail,
knuckles turning white Pretending it's just casual under the string of light
Green active dot on your screen glows bright Another year older,
another late night
Is it a birthday spiral
or is it real?
Flour on my sleeve,
we're standing on the dock
Wind is picking up,
staring at the clock You're holding to the rail,
pretending it's alright But we're both still online in the middle of
the night
Flour dust on my boots from the cake we didn't bake Just
a couple of coworkers trying not to break Slack notifications pinging in
the dark
While the cold wind leaves its mark
We pretend it's a party
But the dock is getting cold (so cold)
Yeah, we're just getting older
Flour on my sleeve,
we're standing on the dock Wind is picking up,
staring at the clock You're holding to the rail,
pretending it's alright But we're both still online in the middle of
the night