[Intro: electric piano, soft brushes] Seven ten Key in the door Seven thirty You're out the door [Verse 1: her, close mic] Seven ten, I turn the key, the hallway smells like toast Twelve hours on the ward and I am walking like a ghost You're standing at the counter with your collar half undone Holding out my coffee like I'm still the only one You take my bag, I take your face in both my tired hands We sway a little by the sink to the hum of the kitchen fan Ten years married in a house where we barely meet at all Your keys go off the hook as my shoes come off in the hall [Chorus: both, harmonies] Twenty minutes From the key to the door Twenty minutes Always wanting more Your morning and my midnight Meeting at the sink But twenty minutes Is longer than you think [Verse 2: him, warm baritone] I wake at five and listen to the sirens on the street Every one could be the one you're running out to meet I leave the bed half made for you, my side still holding warm You crawl into my shape at eight while I'm walking through the storm Fifth grade, room two fourteen, and the clock is always slow Every bell I picture you asleep with the blinds pulled low At nine you send a little heart before the sleep comes on I read it in the copy room until the morning's gone [Chorus: both, harmonies] Twenty minutes From the key to the door Twenty minutes Always wanting more Your morning and my midnight Meeting at the sink But twenty minutes Is longer than you think [Bridge: hushed, electric piano and both voices] Tenth anniversary, I called in sick, you traded with Renee We bought a dress, we booked a table, had the whole day planned By noon we were asleep on the couch, your head against my hand TV talking to itself and the whole day slipping by Best day of our lives and we slept right through it, you and I [Final Chorus: both, gentle, strings] Twenty minutes From the key to the door Twenty minutes I'll be waiting like before When we're old and we've got all day I'll still meet you at the sink At seven ten for twenty minutes Longer than you think [Outro: electric piano, fading] Seven thirty Go on, you'll be late Same time tomorrow Seven ten
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