Verse 1

You left the kitchen clock face down

Its hands still chewing at the hour

I kept your coat beside the door

Like cloth could hold a little power

Chorus

Nothing waits for us to mend

Nothing bends because we’re tired

I have watched the good things end

With both hands still reaching higher

Verse 2

The sink is full, the tap runs cold

Your chipped blue cup is split in two

I tell myself the house is done

Then hear its pipes pronounce your name

Break