Kitchen Serenade
(mhm,
one more
cup)
The radiator clanks its morning tune
Cold tile underfoot
at quarter past noon
You buttered toast and left the butter knife
Balanced on the edge of ordinary life (hummmm) We keep our arguments
in fountain pen
Scratched across the notepad,
folded up again
Nobody slams a door or makes a scene
Just two polite pragmatists in between
It’s not grand cinema or fireworks at sea
Just tea that grew lukewarm while you spoke to me
I like the habit of your heavy wool coat
The careful postscript on your grocery note
(darling, that's plenty for me)
We said we wouldn't be here,
we had to go
Yet here we sit,
letting the kettle blow
Reading through reviews of a movie we skipped
Laughing at the dialogue the critics clipped
(hahaha, oh brother)
Passion is noisy, passion wears thin
Give me the room that you’re quietly in
No big promises carved onto stone
Just walking back from the grocer alone
Together,
but quiet,
step after
step
It’s not grand cinema or fireworks at sea Just tea that grew
lukewarm while you spoke to me
I like the habit of your heavy wool coat
The careful postscript on your grocery note
(darling, that's plenty for me)
Leave the toast crusts on the plate
We have nowhere to be
that won't wait (ahhhh)