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We used to climb the highest hill,
Just to watch the world stand still.
Now we’re fine with both feet on the ground,
Sharing one umbrella through the town.
The laundry basket’s always full,
We fold it slow like it’s a rule.
The garden needs a little care,
But your steady hands are always there.
The kettle hums, the toast is brown,
We share the paper, pass the sugar around.
Maybe we’re not the fireworks that blind,
But this ordinary moment is our kind.
The kettle hums, the toast is brown,
We share the paper, pass the sugar around.
No need for vows or golden rings,
I’ll just love you through the ordinary things.
The laundry basket’s always full,
We fold it slow like it’s a rule.
The garden needs a little care,
But your steady hands are always there.
The kettle hums, the toast is brown,
We share the paper, pass the sugar around.
Maybe we’re not the fireworks that blind,
But this ordinary moment is our kind.
The kettle hums, the toast is brown,
We share the paper, pass the sugar around.
No need for vows or golden rings,
I’ll just love you through the ordinary things.