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At sunrise we crack eggs and bake a loaf of bread
You spread the jam across my slice, I smile and nod instead
I want to whisper something real that's banging in my chest
But the quiet on the table feels much kinder than the rest
We carry the wet sheets outside and shake them to the sky
You peg the edges neatly and I wonder,"Would we cry?"
I press the heavy words back down, keep them soft and low
Because the way we are is the best I'll ever know
The roses in the garden nod along with the breeze
We're hanging up the laundry between the apple trees
I keep my words in my pocket and smile at the sun
Because this morning with you outruns every one
The roses in the garden nod along with the breeze
We're hanging up the laundry between the apple trees
And if the season lasts like this a hundred years
I will never trade the stillness for a thousand fears
We carry the wet sheets outside and shake them to the sky
You peg the edges neatly and I wonder,"Would we cry?"
I press the heavy words back down, keep them soft and low
Because the way we are is the best I'll ever know
The roses in the garden nod along with the breeze
We're hanging up the laundry between the apple trees
I keep my words in my pocket and smile at the sun
Because this morning with you outruns every one
The roses in the garden nod along with the breeze
We're hanging up the laundry between the apple trees
And if the season lasts like this a hundred years
I will never trade the stillness for a thousand fears
