[VERSE] I cross one thing off the list. Underneath, two more. In my own handwriting. The sink was full again by six a.m. — full of every dish I washed last night. [PRE-CHORUS] The boss says almost. The list says soon. There's a third word. I've stopped waiting. [CHORUS] One more thing, then I'm done — one more thing — they warned me on day one. I said I do. Finish it by dusk, it's hungry by dawn — every finished thing has a younger one. I gave it my hands to keep it quiet — one more thing, then I'm done. [VERSE] Seven o'clock I lock up, and something takes the long way home beside me, hangs up its little coat, eats off my plate. I've never met the boss. The notes she leaves are in a hand I knew before I learned to write. I thought being good at this was a door. It's the hall. [PRE-CHORUS] Everyone asks how it's going. I answer in her handwriting. [CHORUS] One more thing, then I'm done — one more thing — the bottom of the list keeps getting younger. It learned to talk. It never talks to me. I taught it the bells — it rings them now. I gave it my name, I gave it my keys — one more thing — then I'm — [BRIDGE] You want the truth? It's late. The door was never locked. I checked. Twice. Don't look at me like that. You keep one too. I could be finished any day I choose. And the quiet would come in like water, and I'd have to stand still in it, and read the last line of the list — one more glass. One more bell. [CHORUS] And it's never done — good — it's never done — every finished thing has a younger one. Put it to bed and it learns to crawl — I'd carry it forever down the hall. I gave it my hands. It's holding them. Neither am I. Neither am I. [OUTRO] One more thing. One more thing. One more thing. (fade)
