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I drag my feet across the floor
You're waiting at the open door
We set the heavy by the mat
And trade the tired for a chat
We pile the plates into the rack
You hum a song and I hum it back
The heavy hours just roll away
We rest our heads and not a word we say
We make the bed and shake the sheet
You fold the corners neat and sweet
The tiredness we split in two
Turns into something warm and true
We make the bed and shake the sheet
You fold the corners neat and sweet
We count the good in tiny sums
And share the weight till morning comes
We pile the plates into the rack
You hum a song and I hum it back
The heavy hours just roll away
We rest our heads and not a word we say
We make the bed and shake the sheet
You fold the corners neat and sweet
The tiredness we split in two
Turns into something warm and true
We make the bed and shake the sheet
You fold the corners neat and sweet
We count the good in tiny sums
And share the weight till morning comes