We stack our boots beside the mat,
Unlace the day from where we’re at.
You wipe the counter, I dry the cup,
Together we lift the evening up.
We found a crack in the old white bowl,
We filled it gold to make it whole.
A simple mend, a vivid line,
We turned a break into a sign.
We split the log with a rusty wedge,
The pile of kindling at the edge.
You take the splinters from my hair,
And I forget the world is there.
We split the log with a rusty wedge,
The pile of kindling at the edge.
The little nothings we collect,
Become the moments we connect.
We found a crack in the old white bowl,
We filled it gold to make it whole.
A simple mend, a vivid line,
We turned a break into a sign.
We split the log with a rusty wedge,
The pile of kindling at the edge.
You take the splinters from my hair,
And I forget the world is there.
We split the log with a rusty wedge,
The pile of kindling at the edge.
The little nothings we collect,
Become the moments we connect.
